Loot

Barely dodged that shit, nearly chained up Now we dodged that shit, yeah, we chained up Yeah, I bang and zoom, just like Macchiato Take them cuffs off now, I ain't here tommorow You got too much in your ear, you can't hear them clear Spot some VVS on me, now they on my rear Black shirt, black diamonds, now I'm wildin No turnin' back now, we a mile in No more plain Jane, cause I'm stylin She wanna ride me, she got mileage So I split the rock with the crew Made a bit of green, not juice I think in the States you call blues Yeah, we got bands, we got loot They askin' if I'm good, yeah, I kill it, kill it If I ride, break the car, tell em, bill it, bill it She got some meat lil' freak, yeah, lil' fillet fillet' I'm really on the freak I'm Mr. 33, I'm a real one, She ain't had a real Man she gon feel one Thought he joke about the clip until he peel one Gotta learn to steer burners when you steal one She said sachi yeah, you know I fucking hate ya Baby I've been fuckin' with your friends from day one She don't wanna rave with me, I'm a raver Different nights out with me, different flavor Who that jiggy no man, is he your man? I can't see the romance in your pole dance Why your girl tell the crew she got no man I can change plans quicker than she change pants So I split the rock with the crew Made a bit of green, not juice I think in the States, you call blues Yeah, we got bands, we got loot Mismatch, I don't know if he gon' get his bitch back Couple carrots on the neck and the wrist diamonds attached She can't see my face because I keep it out the back Tight red leather divine weather You know I'ma let her Only been a week, but I ain't gon' tell her Run around the town, and spin the cameras like we touring I could never be your baby daddy, cause you're boring Cream through and through, yeah, I caught her coleslawin You ain't never catch me lackin it's cap and I'm snoring Baddie, big back, and a forty Shawty, wrist slap, cus she whorin No lean in my Sprite, no dreams in my Sprite not staying home tonight, gonna play around with life Tell me, does he know Tell me, does he treat you right I never really tried, I didn't mean to make you cry So I split the rock with the crew Made a bit of green, not juice I think in the States, you call blues Yeah, we got bands, we got loot