Lyrics
[Verse 1]:
Don’t call me on my lonesome
You can find me riding through the city with my bro God
Girl I’m fucking wit just wanna kick it with a dope boy
But I spit that dope boy, I don’t really smoke boy
New York **** through the city bumping 'Oh Boy'
Hating ass **** see me winning making no noise
Never been a thug ****, but like slim thug **** shawty I’m the plug, I’m the boss, show me love, pick up, fuck with us
Bad girl, want a bad boy till it’s problems
Bad girl hit me on my line like I can solve them
I be like, fuck that **** girl you need to off him
Coffin, fuck with me it’s awesome
I’m the type of **** you get lost with
Forget all your problems
Tell me everything I get ’em off you
No I'm not the **** of your dreams but it seems like
You’ll do anything when I’m pulling up, seems right
It ain't what it seems, never giving up, cheese I need plenty of, yeah
Got my city fucking with me, put my city up, yeah
Crew be litty, plotting with me, bout these millions
Need
Couple millies like I’m diddy boy we getting there
Got my city on my back, screaming lift me, **** mad, cuz I’m coming up, gang deep in Hummer trucks
Throwing 50 popping tags, out in India
Looking spiffy got me Raf, girlie hit me up, wait
I remember from the past you would shit on me, yeah
No competition running laps, thanking G.O.D
I heard ya **** don’t hit you back he a D.O.G
I got my shit up so now I laugh I don’t see those things
I keep my vision right on the cash and I cash out
Eating good now I'm a cash cow, on the map now.
[Hook]:
Brother in that Bimmer
Got my cream up
Now we lit, yeah
Got two middle fingers
Non-believers know we lit, yeah
Yeezy my Adidas
Kick my feet up
Kiss my kicks, yeah
Brother in that Bimmer
Got my cream up
Now we lit, yeah
Got two middle fingers
Non-believers know we lit, yeah
Yeezy my Adidas
Kick my feet up
Kiss my kicks, yeah
[Verse 2]:
Roc city where I post up
On another flight, I'm out tonight, I got a glo' up
Double R, riding through Chicago with the whole squad
Boulevard post, I’m the G.O.A.T, I’m the brogod,
Fuckin’ with my whole squad
Girl let’s put a smile on that face like I’m the joker,
Weatherman money, make it rain they call me roker
Written by: Ishmael Raps
