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Astro' |
Yeah |
Sun is down, freezing cold |
That's how we already know winter's here |
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt |
That's just all he know he don't know nothing else |
I tried to show 'em, yeah |
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Going on you with the pick and roll |
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode |
(Woo) made this here with all the ice on in the booth |
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose |
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hop in our coupes |
This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme the loot (gimme the loot!) |
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose |
Had to hit my old town to duck the news |
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves |
Now it's 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew |
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice |
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits |
And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose |
Someone said |
To win the retreat, we all in too deep |
Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) |
To win the retreat, we all in too deep |
Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak |
This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit |
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue |
All of these hoes I made off records I produced |
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group |
Hit my eses, I need the bootch |
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo |
Told her, "Hop in, you coming too" |
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy) |
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh |
She said, "Where we going?" I said, "The moon" |
We ain't even make it to the room |
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool |
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose |
Who put this shit together, I'm the glue |
Someone said |
Shorty FaceTime me out the blue |
Someone said |
Play-Play-Playing for keeps |
Someone said, motherf- |
Someone said |
Don't play us for weak |
Yeah! |
Astro |
Yeah, yeah |
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up |
Ayy, ayy |
She's in love with who I am |
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) |
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands |
I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land |
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah |
Like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy |
Slept through the flight, ayy |
Not for the night, ayy |
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man |
I still got scores to settle, man |
I crept down the block (down the block) |
Made a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah) |
Pay the price (yeah) |
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), it's on sight (yeah) |
Nothing nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice |
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) |
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) |
Lost my respect, you not a threat |
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!) |
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) |
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) |
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) |
No one seen him (yeah, yeah) |
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) |
She's in love with who I am |
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance |
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) |
I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I land |
Had me out like a light (like a light) |
Like a light (like a light) |
Like a light (like a light) |
Like a light |
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly |
He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah |
He said, "Keep that on lock" |
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah |
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit) |
LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) |
We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah |
Shorty in the back |
She said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) |
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah |
'Bout a check, yeah (check), just check the foots, yeah |
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) |
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah |