[Intro: Drego]
Okay Jones
Man
[Chorus: Drego]
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby, feel like Billie Jean
Remember when I used to rock them Billie Jeans
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy, don't play with me
[Verse 1: Bandgang Lonnie Bands]
Hey, I just turned two shells, now I'm overseas, hey
And them federales still huntin' me
Huh, man, I'm sick and tired of these wannabes, hey
Ain't got too many rapper homies
Huh, see the opposition and I'm on him, facts
Huh, huh, lil' bro, he gon' dome him, splatt, huh
Ain't nobody did shit for me, I had to stack it, huh
N***a, check my history just to make it back, huh
We was hittin' them 304's, huh, and the chicken traps, huh
Man, I made it cool for you n***as to scam, huh
Free my n***a Stone, huh, they gave him thirty flat, huh, huh
Man, I'm sick of all my n***as in the jam, huh
[Chorus: Drego]
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby, feel like Billie Jean
Remember when I used to rock them Billie Jeans
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy, don't play with me
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Fresh off the road with that Pacquiao
Double up and double back for that backend (N***a)
Twenty chains 'round my neck all off Act'
Press play on a n***a, bitch, I'm Datpiff (Bitch)
I be mismatching designer like I can't read
So much water on my neck, bitch, I can't breathe
Yeah, I been droppin' shit, ho, I'm K-Reed (N***a)
You posting other n***as' shit, oh, you SayCheese (Pussy)
Eighty for the Audemar, that's a skeleton (80K, n***a)
Drank God, I came up selling medicine (Drank God)
Around shooters and them robbers, that's my element
Every case I done caught done went federal (Ugh)
[Chorus: Drego]
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby, feel like Billie Jean
Remember when I used to rock them Billie Jeans
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy, don't play with me (Man)
[Verse 3: Drego]
Don't make me rock the Glock, boy, don't play with me
One, two, three lanes just for me
Fifteen hundred, yeah, Mike Amiri me
I just hit up Hutch and told him ice tray me
Get a lot of hate, yeah, they envy me
But I cannot complain, I been on BET
I just need the orange, browns, yeah, like Cleveland
You wanna cross that one line, be my enemy
I just make one call, it's gon' end the beef
I bet you I can find that preacher like a christening
And my dawg still got that lane, yeah, ride with Tristan heat
And I can shoot them blue things from the thirty feet
[Chorus: Drego]
Hop out, automatic park, don't touch a thing
Bitch, that's not my baby, feel like Billie Jean
Remember when I used to rock them Billie Jeans
Now it's fifteen hundred, Mike Amiri me
It was new to you, dawg, it ain't new to me
I can get the orange, browns, or the green
How many lanes you got? Two or three
Hundred fifty shooters, boy, don't play with me