[Intro]
Fre$hco made this

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I see people that I know
They think they movin' fast but they really movin' slow
Always on my grind, don't got time for these hoes
I do it for the shine, for the line, for the clothes
Everywhere I go, I see people that I know
They think they movin' fast but they really movin' slow
Always on my grind, don't got time for these hoes
I do it for the shine, for the line, for the clothes

[Verse]
You say you got game, but don't bother
I could talk a fish outta water
A real sweet talker
Kick it wit yo bitch like it's soccer
I could make the sun even hotter
I'm cleaner than a doctor
I'm the one that's followin' your stalker
Cookin' up this heat, Betty Crocker
I could make a priest call me "father"
I could get away with manslaughter
I could sell some wings to a chopper
Yeah, my mouth piece viscous
These thotties so suspicious
Please stay outta my business
This life I wanna finish
Runnin' like it's fitness
I'm comin' with the quickness
Sip sour like it's citrus
Yeah, these flows so delicious
I don't want the hoe unless she pull up wit the thickness
I can turn summertime to Christmas
I could teach Stephen Hawking physics
I could backflip over a gymnist
Only fuck wit cat-made bitches
[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I see people that I know
They think they movin' fast but they really movin' slow
Always on my grind, don't got time for these hoes
I do it for the shine, for the line, for the clothes
Everywhere I go, I see people that I know
They think they movin' fast but they really movin' slow
Always on my grind, don't got time for these hoes
I do it for the shine, for the line, for the clothes

[Outro]
Fre$hco made this