Lyrics: Stanford Reid/Sierra Reid
Music: Stanford Reid
I'm OG like an Ambidextrous ,
I'll leave you beaten on both sides
What's for breakfast.
If I'm whipping a lexus
Know I got 2 rides
Lambo's in the shop , extra details
Keep their heads turning like Spreewells
Progress tachymeter
Check your brachial pulse
Your bronchial pause
Before you step to the boss to get fired
I left my lighter in the car
Hot box with a Star
All my weed from bolder like the Broncos
It's Coming off your shoulders
Like a poncho
Make a wish on a magic Conch
I see you pronto
City joint with a farm too
I like cartoons, going ham at 4AM
I like Space jam ,
Lost the key to my spare room
On the moon , no vacancy
But half full
If you come to me
Have pull, I full push
Turn your afro to a Flatbush
The hood Side
Every photo that I take is on my good side
Photogenic on the runway
I fly up
Land in your town looking like I bussed down
No Cap , you might need a gown
Ain't no anesthesiologist
To get you high as this
Land in your town
Look like I bussed down
Land in your town
Look like I bussed down
Land in your town
Look like I bussed down
CoCo on the beat
I Understood thee assignment
Time to bring the heat
Yeah I bring the vibe
It’s in my genealogy
Y’all know this my brother
But this feature wasn’t cheap
Our family gotta eat, yeah
My cars be AMG
I keep it classy I'm expensive
All the way down to my sheets
Balenciagas on feet
Your baby father lovin my physique
He be in my DM's askin for a sneak (peek)
Yeah, My ride matte black
No seats in back
You know my black don’t crack
I Buss down like dat
All my diamonds VVS
Miss me wit thee BS
Yeah I flex, No Rolex
I Just Bought a New Duplex
In East Atlanta not in Flatbush
The hood Side
Every photo that I take is on my good side
Photogenic on the runway, I fly up
Land in your town looking like I bussed down
Land in your town looking like I bussed down
Land in your town
Look like I bussed down
Land in your town
Look like I bussed down