PROD. LARRY LEAGUE

[Intro/Hook: Larry]
Yung Boiz coppin' then we droppin' shit (droppin' shit)
Ride around blacked out like the apocalypse (skrrt)
Two K for the drink, two K for the fit (uhhey, shinin')
2K17 these rappers gettin' mixed
I'm crossing over

[Verse 1: Larry]
Boy I promise we gon' pop shit at the Prominent (we out here)
Countin' dead people just like M. Night Shyamalan (uhhey)
She might fly me to Milan, but I don't want that jawn (nah)
Had to put him in the game, now he goin' long (go for it)
Sace ring cover my fist, good dope make a Yung Boi twitch (ahh!)
Feelin' like I just got rinsed, had to hit my lemonade with a twist (twist)
Show you how we rockin', she think that I'm showin' off (no)
Larries gettin' flashy we can barely notice y'all

[Hook: Larry]
Yung Boiz coppin' then we droppin' shit (droppin' shit)
Ride around blacked out like the apocalypse (skrr)
Two K for the drink, two K for the fit (uhhey, shinin')
2K17 these rappers gettin' mixed
I'm crossing over

[Verse 2: SenseiATL]
Never been a pussy, I ain't got no time for bitchin' (never been a pussy)
New coupes, like my women, 'cause I keep 'em switchin' (I keep 'em switchin')
Heat up on my waist, that's that Waka Flocka Flame (doot doot doot)
Feel like King Tut 'cause I'm draped up in gold chains (stuntin', stuntin')
Rollin' with my set, droppin' mollies in my styrofoam (droppin' Molly)
Servin' rock, turnin' junkies straight to stone (straight to stone)
Caught you cappin', that's why we gon' come out on top (why you cappin?)
Used to run the block, now I run up the guap

[Hook: Larry]
Yung Boiz coppin' then we droppin' shit (droppin' shit)
Ride around blacked out like the apocalypse (skrr)
Two K for the drink, two K for the fit (uhhey, shinin')
2K17 these rappers gettin' mixed
I'm crossing over

[Verse 3: Randy!]
I look like picture day, my wrist do figure eights (my wrist do figure eights)
Drop them bands on my Yung Boi so he could figure skate (that shit was beautiful)
I said what you tryna do, she said she'd rather demonstrate (fuckin' bitch)
Then her face got picture paint, Johnny Dang still owe me fangs (yeah, yeah)
Can't fuck with them Jacobs, your pack it was made up (you was made up)
I be smokin' on that fatal, they be basic boy that cable (they be basic boy that cable)
I be sippin' medicine and they never gon' get a taste (they never gon' get a taste)
You gotta get penciled in, just fuck around you get erased (fuck around you get erased, bitch)
(I'm crossing over)