Casa Lopez

Pay me no mind, I'm doing fine

I caught a vibe

I might do my thing, I'm finna slide

I'll be alright

Nigga just move lowkey

Motherfuckers don't know me

Motherfuckers can't hold me

Far back, I'm back in the front row

All different kind of floor seats

All different kind of mobs too

We ain't got too many opps though

Not too many different colours with us

You can visualize it like a Ralph coat

Shop with niggas like it's Costco

Motherfuckers like to buy in bulk

We've been buying black, and we bought folk

We ain't do it for the hand clap

Motherfuckers get teed off the green

Fall right into a sand trap

We ain't even out the woods yet

Just stepped out the crib

Some of the Ojoe fresh good shit

I've been off the back wood shit

Feel like all my grass greener now, uh

Tell these niggas start watching they own shit

Yeah, I'm Anakin now, they panicking now

Attack of the clone shit

Who really want smoke?

I'm giving out bong hits

Got them taking the long way to the crib

Broke neck, that head in the phone shit

Both legs, I'm pulling my own weight

Bow legged as crooked as I could allow you to be

I don't play with that phony shit

Don't play with that two day homie shit

Play like it's a two-way contract

Every day nigga my jacket don't only zip

Take it off and I'm throwing fits

Chi-Town nigga, 'bout cold as shit

Pay me no mind

Where he from?

(Chi-Town, Chi-Town, Chi-Town)

Birth year? ('91, '91, '91)

Where he at?

(There he go, there he go, there he go)

Got 'em like (ooh)

Got 'em like (ahh)

We lowkey (winning)

On God (ask the women)

Endlessly (well rested)

Always been cool, always been fly