Letras
Stylin' with the Miskeen, white tee, fit's clean
Air ones low top, threads and a crisp jean
Grey brim cap and some ice to rock
We buy the shop and flip it when the prices drop
Whip clean, fishbowl, dipping through ya zip code
On the scene, plenty cream, headed where the chicks go
Drive slow so they see the man, waves with the Caesar fam
Begging me to date, nah girl you can be a fan
We can sense the hostility, we're cutting the tension
And we're sticking to our guns, you couldn't fuck with the mission
Things are looking better now, but I must have to mention
That's my pockets so puffy that my publishing missing
Look, if they ain't give you credit, better charge it to the game
Make a new plan, better start marketing your name
Build a fan base, remember that the target isn't fame
Seen a lot of niggas give up, so often what a shame
And I even know she talked to my man
I heard she got a baby daddy working out in Japan
I mean, and I even know she talked to my man
I heard other baby daddy doing tours in Iran
I mean, and I even know she talked to my guy
She like the end of adverbs she got a couple lies
And I even know she talked to my man
They ask me why I'm taking shit I said I could so I can
I know they say it's cheaper, but believe me you can keeper
Side tracked never, only way if it's a feature
Always second guess a nigga specially when he's eager
Never trust a soul, I even double check my sneakers
No matter the beat, we'll cause a lot wreck
Writing checks than I can cash and deposit, yes
Drawn niggas get turned to a composite sketch
If the kids ain't rocking, it's time to contracept
I want a Mandy Moore, sweat as candy corn
Probably making panty porn, but cookin' in the early morning
With open an open neck, cause I'm a chauvinist
The jokers be around we need more queens than poker sets
The reefer be around it be more snakes than cobra neck
Dick sucking. But they don't ever spit nothing
Dick dick sucking. But they don't ever spit nothing