Lyrics: Randy B
Music: Randy B
Jetson made another one hahaha
Oh no! Jetson made another one
Oh Iām that man
I can't trip cause it's way-off brand
I have plans for the playoffs, damn
City used to hate, but I made y'all fans
Ah man, I hit 'em both way, ain't y'all friends?
She know how to cook and take off pants
Flow relaxed, but I ain't on Xan
I'm t'd up like Jake Austin
If you got an issue then say somethin
used to do shows but make nothin
Now I got bread but I ain't content
You all so street ,nah, I ain't convinced
That's just somethin you came up with
I just want someone to lay up with
I call her baby but she know I can't marry her
Ciroc cranberry, my shit classic, Tom&Jerry
Lots of commentary, shit seem cool, but it's gotten scary
F**k the game up, I'm popin' cherries
At the mall they stop and staring
I got birds but they not canary
Hop in a jag or a cat, I'm going crazy, or get lazy
Cranberry Burberry shirt, put my pants grape
nigga play with S-L-I-M-E, get sprayed
Race to the K, got a chop woo woo
Seal on the paints, on the wraps woo woo
Pounds in the bookbag like I'm going to school
Got sticks in the Jean, got spreads on the shoes
Woo, get wavy, woo, biscotti blunt
Woo, I face it
I'm comin' with cadence
Yeah, Slime Pope
Yeah, yeah, Keed talk to 'em