[Warhol.ss:] Six in the morning Stain hit my line, crack of dawn and I’m yawning Line steady chirpin’ Where’s the move, go and get me some Hit her with the wrist I bet I whip in your millennia Saucin’ with the pot
Like Alfredo Fettuccine with the sauce and better side Shawty Fetty Wap’d the Lincoln and started tweaking ’cause I’m hot Say she wifey but she not Told shawty call the uber, I ain’t whipping to your spot That bitch tweaking, yeah she tweaking And I’m thinking I can sauce, hit her heart Panoramic missing roof, I think that’s a loss Play your card, been a spade I’m black as ace up in this draw Parking lot, pimping limping Way I’m moving been the same, since the park, then they see me I’ve been laying low, trapping out the uber I don’t talk to no computer Hit my pager for this super sauce I’m sippin’ in this purple, know I’m double cuppin’ Act Leaning hard that’s a fact Bring it back, feel like Keem, Hoodrich Couple karats in my slugs playboy Whip a foreign pizzeria with her wrist, chef boy What she cooking, I got sauce for that eight Come in shop, good gas for that low You should let that shit go Hit her with the kriss skull Screaming where my wrist go? Purple in my cup but she think it’s nuvo Ayy, she just want to kick it, let her tour my new boat, ayy Now she want to fuck, call that bitch a free show ay Fresh white tee from the corner store, Japanese denim Ceremony feel like Kikyo [?] Back up on finessin, hope he know he on the meter though Serve him at the spot then like dub, see you never ho Early in my schedule but it’s
Six in the morning Stain hit my line, crack of dawn and I’m yawning Line steady chirpin’ Where’s the move, go and get me some Hit her with the wrist I bet I whip in your millennia Saucin’ with the pot
[Randy:] Ayy, Randy Lee, hey Darren I got hits I don’t trust no mouses, I just get it then we bouncin’ Money stackin’ Randy countin’, Randy dirty water fountain, Randy Rodgers Quartback, ain’t no one can handle that MVP, your bitch wearing my tee You a C-O-P, she gave me brain like MIT Ayy, check your wrist, ain’t no cheese she finna dip Uh, we finna lay, potato louder than a chip (Graa)