[Lyric] Orchids (Chris King)

[Chorus: Chris King & Lancey Foux]
Keep it lowkey babygirl, we grown (Yeah-yeah)
No way, go 'til top of the morn' (Gang, shit)
[?] blood (Uh), yeah
You ain't got a role, gotta play your part
Got a cup of lean (Yeah), gotta drink that shot
Styrofoam cups, they lookin' like art (Woo)
You can love me or love me not, I'm breakin' hearts
Follow the dope 'til my homies are smart
Trap out that Neiman Marcus like an apartment (Yeah), oh, yeah
I was putting my scale in the [?] apartment
Get some Maserati, I'm watchin' forklift
Purple plyers, I'm smoking up orchids (Chyeah, uh), oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I'm sendin' her flowers, I'm givin' her orchids, yeah (Orchids)
I'm lettin' her level up from the role of an associate (Associate, trust)
I'm 'bout to send her, uh, her body a throphy
I'm 'bout to wet her up, I got her soakin', yeah
I think I got her eye [?], yeah
I think I got her eye [?], yeah
I think I'm ready to die, I went so deep
I think she ready to ride, no sleep
[Verse 2: Chris King]
[?] no sleep
She gotta swallow my pride, yeah, her throat deep
All of my money on my counter, yeah, that hoe ring
Couple niggas claim they crown but they no king
I got supermodels in the trap, [?]
Codeine and ecstacy, [?]
Rubber bands around my neck, [?] more cheese
I'm a [?]

[Chorus: Chris King]
Keep it lowkey babygirl, we grown
No way, go 'til top of the morn'
[?] blood, yeah
You ain't got a role, gotta play your part
Got a cup of lean, gotta drink that shot
Styrofoam cups, they lookin' like art
You can love me or love me not, I'm breakin' hearts
Follow the dope 'til my homies are smart
Trap out that Neiman Marcus like an apartment, oh, yeah
I was putting my scale in the [?] apartment
Get some Maserati, I'm watchin' forklift
Purple plyers, I'm smoking up orchids, oh, yeah