Above Average
G Herbo, Valee
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Aw yeah, TYMadeIt new Gucci slacks (new Gucci slacks) I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (and it's matte) Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two Gs (ran me two Gs) White bitch a actress, her bag got two Cs (bag got two Cs) My bitch above average like a B− I got a slut that I slide on in the projects I change my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (ooh, ooh, ooh) Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (nobody third wheelin') Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin') Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (hmm, you already hear it) Got rips in my Balmain, ain't missin' some threads (hmm, missin' threads) Pull up in the 'vert, that bitch missin' her head I'm pickin' up racks and that's for an appearance I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa F*ck 'round with Valee Made me wanna go cop that Yves St. Laurent (uh) Two hundred bucks I at least make a month (uh) Fit get to rollin', let me face the blunt (exotic) Your hoe always roll up, she know I don't want her, I play her, controller Just had a lil' soldier, 2k for the stroller (yeah) Flow sick like Ebola and keys in bandos Strapped up like Magnolia, this bitch always loaded Every time I go to the bank, make withdrawals Shit be takin' all day, you'd think somebody froze Way 'fore I ran up that bank, froze my neck I was wild in the hood, seein' straps, let me hold it Coke and whatever was sellin', we sold it (yeah, I sold that) Watch what we say, so we found out who told it Before I got momma a house, bought a Rolex I was 18 with that sack, I ain't know shit new Gucci slacks (new Gucci slacks) I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (and it's matte) Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two Gs (ran me two Gs) White bitch a actress, her bag got two Cs (bag got two Cs) My bitch above average like a B− I got a slut that I slide on in the projects I change my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (ooh, ooh, ooh) Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (nobody third wheelin') Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin') Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (hmm, you already hear it) Got rips in my Balmain, ain't missin' some threads (hmm, missin' threads) Pull up in the 'vert, that bitch missin' her head I'm pickin' up racks and that's for an appearance I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa Put on that drip in these Balenci' sneakers Paint up your t-shirt, no Mona Lisa I had on VLONE, now I'm rockin' a beater Still got Supersport, it's far from a beater Pop a lil' yerk, I'ma beat her Told her to throw it, she gon' throw it, I call her Jeter My car got no plates, I still pick up a eater I pour Codeine in the Faygo two-liter Exhaust on that bitch super hot, ooh, fever (woo) Necklace gon' chill that bitch out like a Fiji (whew) My bitch gettin' excited, I bought her some flats I f*ck from the side, not that much from the back I quit the codeine, I went out off the Act' (Act') Meek came home, told me get the f*ck out the 'Raq I'm askin' G Herbo like, "Nigga, where at?" I know he ain't cappin', the signs say "No hats" new Gucci slacks (new Gucci slacks) I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (and it's matte) Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two Gs (ran me two Gs) White bitch a actress, her bag got two Cs (bag got two Cs) My bitch above average like a B− I got a slut that I slide on in the projects I change my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (ooh, ooh, ooh) Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (nobody third wheelin') Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin') Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (hmm, you already hear it) Got rips in my Balmain, ain't missin' some threads (hmm, missin' threads) Pull up in the 'vert, that bitch missin' her head I'm pickin' up racks and that's for an appearance I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa
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Written by: Valee Taylor, Herbert Wright
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