Feat. 2 Chainz
Released : 2017
I’m in the club, eyes look hella lazy
I only showed up ’cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different ***, it look like it’s immigration
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up, two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds, I ain’t tryna count no fifties
Bangin’ 2 Chainz on 26, as I’m ridin’ around and I’m gettin’ it
Yeah, uh, 2 Chainz
I got gator on my Gucci’s, like the crocodile hump (hump)
Blew my cell up (up), *** bomber (bomber)
Car jack died, it got *** doors
And I’m so *** (***), only God knows
Pull up shawty, roll up (roll up)
.45 around my *** (***)
When I say hol’ up (hol’ up)
Every *** hol’ up (true)
And it’s in my culture to be standin’ on the sofa (yeah)
See, even if I was on Oprah, I be standin’ on the sofa (damn)
I’m a ghetto boy, tall version of Bushwick
Like AI, my crew thick, so many hoes and they knew *** (uh)
New car, new crib, cash where my trap at (yeah)
Shawty gave me that head, yeah, she got that snapback
And you know her ass fat and you know I cash eyed
All this ice on me, I’m killin’ ’em by a landslide (yeah)
And you know I can’t dive, I’m so fly, I rather hand glide
In first class, with my Rollie on, air time, air time, air time
I’m in the club, eyes look hella lazy
I only showed up ’cause you paid me
No, no rope in my VIP, the club wasted
All these different ***, it look like it’s immigration
Virginia boy, yeah, I do this for my city
Two up, two down is what I write across your tittie
Better give me them hundreds, I ain’t tryna count no fifties
Bangin’ 2 Chainz on 26, as I’m ridin’ around and I’m gettin’ it
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