[Verse 1: Starker]
Yeah, yo I had to get on my feet
These artists have they fans misled on beat
I hit the ave I'm gettin' head in the street
It's really all that we know
To stack my jacket when it come to the snow
Expensive features peep my luxury flow
That bitch gon' dub you fo' show
I'm on that every week I'm puffin a O
You coppin' dimos n***as what is you broke
Why you thinkin' you fly
Rockin' them kid sizes for Jordans my guy
We know the bigger ones be goin' for high
But yo yo' shoutouts to Y
You slap ya girl
You know I stay on her mind
I'm never slackin' fam I stay on my grind
I'm olive down to my nines
The day by day a quarter pound at a time
You water down down with the sound can't compare to my rhyme
I'm off the ground, lost a round now I'm deadly with mines
I seen the blessings in them lessons
I machete my mind
Like on my block it's a game how we weavin' the cops
Up in my city on the humble get shot
Let's get it
[Hook: THEE YL & Starker]
Yo baby why'd you play me
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
Yo know my dickin' crazy
I had the crazy with dimension MC and so now I'm wavy
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
Now will you see LO CEASAR they fuckin' with no Visa
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
No credit cards scams I'm just hustlin' in these streets
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
[Verse 2: Thee YL]
You not the one you just one of 'em
I'm rare like a one to one
It could be your plate that I'm takin' when the hunger come
You runner-up run up and close claimin' you one of us
Troublesome, talk a good one n***a then double up
High stakes my sound bangin' throughout the tri-state
Arrive late but yo tell me who really keepin' track
Reefer sack gets me reflectin' over my recent acts
Rough night, even my Jordan 6's got scuffed twice
You're witnessin' the evolution electric chair execution
You shocked oh we wouldn't pop no we popular
Yo hit my cellular cheat on yo' girl I ain't tellin' her
YL is not a snitch I ain't see anything
Still dip my fingers in pussy like I was seventeen
Young life bitches be buggin' over a wedding ring
Let me be who I'm 'pposed to be flow is ocean deep
So distinct only eat the cootchie if it's pink (true)
[Hook: THEE YL & Starker]
Yo baby why'd you play me
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
Yo know my dickin' crazy
I had the crazy with dimension MC and so now I'm wavy
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
Now will you see LO CEASAR they fuckin' with no Visa
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
No credit cards scams I'm just hustlin' in these streets
(It's LO C baby, yo yo it's LO C baby)
[Outro]
[Starker]
This thing's like clockwork ya heard, bitch you already know what it is
[YL]
Yo what's goin' on boss? Lemme get a LO.CEASAR
Again, this couldn't happen
[Verse 3: YL]
Baby blew me like harmonicas
For that I'm very fond of her
Had promise with her mother said I'm down and out and marvelous
Yo who's in charge of this
I'm here to say my peace
At least we can still laugh at the older times
When I wasn't not the rhyme
Wish I had a hold of times
2010 mutual friends pints of the Hen
Yo, you won't catch me slippin' up
See if I'm pickin' up yo' phone calls
When I'm on the road it's all good
Yo, the red polo sweater that I gave you fit you perfectly
I left a condom on yo' floor but I ain't do it purposely
Scratch the surface like a vinyl record
I make some minor efforts
You ain't one design the leather you just want it all that's extra
Yo what's left for me, took all my energy and waste it
Now you walk around with my replacement
Yo that hurt me bad can't keep me down for long
I'm returning with a vengeance and it's fuckin' strong
[Verse 4: Starker]
My summer love fill me with hugs
Roll up a dub in the double dutch
Holdin' my drugs don't give a fuck
On the one to one keep it a buck
She know whassup even bubble up Bundles to go swallow my nut
Got me coppin' kicks jackets from the 5th
Matchin' my fits
On the proper tip rockin' my jeans somehow they fit yo
Yous a honey dip I seen you up on 25th
I had to run up on you baby girl you know I'm lovin' it
Take you to Manhattan have you eatin' out in pub-a-lic
Just let a n***a rub up on that shit and have some fun wit' it
Yes I be about my dough, know I got a lot to do
Heard I'm 21 she mad I lied I said I'm 22
Age ain't but a digit boo
I'll still pound the clitoris and never holla back
Another day another bitter bitch
Pimpin like I'm Willy D heard a girl was feelin' me
Didn't want problems couldn't match ya boi's artillery
Bakin' like I'm Hillary it's Little Lo from Willy B
Of course I copped them infrared 6's for like 270
Marijuana level me tryna bling my Bezzle B
You still be in the cyph with just a dutch the fuck you tellin' me
