Lyrics:
'Lacs trimmed in golden
Or my Texas family, 150 while you're strollin'
Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix
But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo
Hey, excuse me baby
Can I sing to you?
Can I?
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da
You got what I want
Baby I got what you need
If it's only
downtime
See you next year
Uh
The niggas that hate me the most, their bitch like me (yeah)
You tell me what that means
Slide in my DM, I left it
And when they see the new Lac backing up
No matter what, I wanna learn more
The more I learn then I can earn more
The more I earn, then I can churn more
Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South ****
Fact not fiction **** that **** y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the ****
Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South shit
Fact not fiction fuck that shit y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the fuck
the cops you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel
But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state
Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
a job
Then you brag in your raps
To me it sounds odd
'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a ho
And now you niggas
need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
There's some soldiers in here (Where they at?
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
to the gates but only Jesus hand could choose you
I was blessed wit special eyes those not with Christ I can see thru you
It is quite the voodoo I can do what
of the lac
Tryna show em love
But we gon need the love back
And if the hate come
Man we gon stuff em in the back
So tell em get back
When I was down bad
Man
Back in high school
Always kinda knew
I was by myself nobody saw what a player do
Hence why I was a loner, fucking with a few
Was amused by the fools who
the
Backseat of the 'Lac look
She talking hand bags and Gucci slippers
She served me like a waiter and all
I can do is tip her
Shit talking bout she need gas
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk
And she warmed up
You got a side bitch, nigga 'cause your main ain't coming home
I got her in that zone, she outta her thongs
Now what is this? My nigga
ain't drawing for no metal
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be
need Tyler Perry sales
Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down, she got on Chanel
In the cut rolling
Late night shawty I'm feenin
Feel like we need a meeting
Tell me what you on I'm coming just like a demon
Say that you really need it ready to leave
freak that, ain't got no shame
I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need
on me I need no stylist
Where I’m from lacs come custom swang low mileage
Where I’m from turn trash to treasure like some pirates
Where I’m from split
know holds me back
Instead of learning
I want that lac', come on
(Hey) I need a favor tonight
More than heaven knows
I need a favor tonight (aye,
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