I can never
[Intro]
Yeah
(Troy, what are you doing?)
[Verse]
First track; slid, ain't no need for no track two
FN; friend, only thing I'm too attached too
N***as fake, if you askin' why I gotta attitude
Team tight as fuck like them Babyface tracksuit's
Squad tight as fuck like them Babyface sweatpants
I can't even Two-step but I can make the tech 'Tec dance
All you hear is 2-step when n***as choose to press gas
Only follow two steps, talk shit; collect bag
Brodie backstage Rollin' loud like a press pass
Pit bull'll attack a n***a leg if he trespass
Fan bitch, grabbin' on my legs, lemme get pass
Labels tryna fly me out of state, give me jet-lag
Brodie too addicted I just caught him raw sippin'
Choppa got kick like that big bald n***a
I been eatin' finna turn into a big broad n***a
I can't treat him like no demon, he a big soft n***a
They like, "Lelo, boy you better never switch when that bag hit"
Ten toes down, bitch I never did a back-flip
Helmut Lang plug with a motherfuckin' accent
Clip sitting in the five like an improper fraction
Said that she a ten but I don't even wanna touch
Margiela dress shirt, I don't even wanna tuck
I ain't never met that n***a, how he say he one of us?
Fuck track, lil' bro'll let the semi run 'em up
I'm that next up n***a I ain't beefin' with nobody, 'specially when they think they eatin' off that Benihana plate
I'm that next up n***a I ain't teamin' with nobody, 'specially when I know some n***as slidin' in-and-out of state
I can't rest up n***a I ain't worried about nobody, 'specially when I know my n***as slide for any amount of cake
I'm a dressed up n***a new designer on my body, I got archive boxers flyin' in without a cape
When I'm outside shopping I ain't even got a problem but this yop right beside me like I took it on a date
Lame n***as dick-ridin', I ain't even cry about it, been a prophet, I ain't trippin' I just leave it up to fate
I'm a real rap n***a with some top-shelf problems, I be scoopin' up the profit like I'm tryna flip a crate
Bitch it's get rich time, finna make a sitcom, call my brodie Josh Peck 'cause he know how to flip a drac'
Yeah
(Troy, what are you doing?)
[Verse]
First track; slid, ain't no need for no track two
FN; friend, only thing I'm too attached too
N***as fake, if you askin' why I gotta attitude
Team tight as fuck like them Babyface tracksuit's
Squad tight as fuck like them Babyface sweatpants
I can't even Two-step but I can make the tech 'Tec dance
All you hear is 2-step when n***as choose to press gas
Only follow two steps, talk shit; collect bag
Brodie backstage Rollin' loud like a press pass
Pit bull'll attack a n***a leg if he trespass
Fan bitch, grabbin' on my legs, lemme get pass
Labels tryna fly me out of state, give me jet-lag
Brodie too addicted I just caught him raw sippin'
Choppa got kick like that big bald n***a
I been eatin' finna turn into a big broad n***a
I can't treat him like no demon, he a big soft n***a
They like, "Lelo, boy you better never switch when that bag hit"
Ten toes down, bitch I never did a back-flip
Helmut Lang plug with a motherfuckin' accent
Clip sitting in the five like an improper fraction
Said that she a ten but I don't even wanna touch
Margiela dress shirt, I don't even wanna tuck
I ain't never met that n***a, how he say he one of us?
Fuck track, lil' bro'll let the semi run 'em up
I'm that next up n***a I ain't beefin' with nobody, 'specially when they think they eatin' off that Benihana plate
I'm that next up n***a I ain't teamin' with nobody, 'specially when I know some n***as slidin' in-and-out of state
I can't rest up n***a I ain't worried about nobody, 'specially when I know my n***as slide for any amount of cake
I'm a dressed up n***a new designer on my body, I got archive boxers flyin' in without a cape
When I'm outside shopping I ain't even got a problem but this yop right beside me like I took it on a date
Lame n***as dick-ridin', I ain't even cry about it, been a prophet, I ain't trippin' I just leave it up to fate
I'm a real rap n***a with some top-shelf problems, I be scoopin' up the profit like I'm tryna flip a crate
Bitch it's get rich time, finna make a sitcom, call my brodie Josh Peck 'cause he know how to flip a drac'