[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got Grease
Alright, alright, Mmmm
Alright, alright, yeah
Shit!
Alright, Mmm
[Verse]
I don't give a fuck, I ride alone
I wake up, pull the covers off and throw diamonds on
Kicked the bitch out like (Hey!)
How you ridin' home?
Platinum chains hangin' on my neck, look like cadi-chrome
Shit! Shit!
(Just shinin' though, I ain't gon' lie)
Don't ask me to help you to get no paper, nigga, buy a phone
I'm tired of niggas askin' for my help, while I'm gettin' on
Damn near make me think you tryna count what I'm sittin' on
I can't near think-
Ah, fuck, nigga
I can't near keep count of all the niggas I'm shittin' on
Alright, I's fuck the hoes better when their ass ain't silicone
Niggas shootin' shots at me, you still like little bro (Little bro)
I'm the first hit you off with a peli-co
Prolly came through the hood, but never came through the alley though
I was in Cali with a strap, me and Sky ain't the hoods, though
Ain't no limits to the sky, but I get high as I could though (Woo!)
The chrome heart got a soft spot for drinkin' wok
This a forty-one bustdown on me, it's not a clock
He be on some, tryna be like a nigga, he not a opp
Stock dealers only one short street, but it's the block
Ain't no go live-
Ay, turn that phone off my nigga! (Chill out)
Look at 'em, I got 'em shocked, my nigga
It paid off, I was in studios a lot, my nigga
Pushin' dope, my eyes, I finna rolled a lot, my nigga
Treat everybody like a brother, nigga
It's weird though, 'cause some get on to hang with other niggas
For real though, it's playin' both sides fumble niggas
They fallin' back the fuck off, that's where humble niggas
(I keep it real, though)
Without no gloves on, couldn't rumble wit' us
Four lines in one, tryna rap-
Alright, alright, alright
Four lines in the pop, tryna rap, couldn't bumble with us
Still fuckin' up my money at the intercontidentals
I got flavors right for weed on me, we ain't movin' skittles
Sellin' riddles, they in candles (Alright)
Goin' hard with the hussle, ain't bein' gentle
Still gotta ride fly, this a benz rental
Cousin walk down a brick, you can tell 'cause my team's ready
Now, he ain't blowin' big woods, I can tell 'cause his tail's little
How much weed did you just fire up, 'cause it smell little (Little)
[Outro]
(They ain't fired up shit, nigga)
Fuck the fire, we got Grease
Alright, alright, Mmmm
Alright, alright, yeah
Shit!
Alright, Mmm
[Verse]
I don't give a fuck, I ride alone
I wake up, pull the covers off and throw diamonds on
Kicked the bitch out like (Hey!)
How you ridin' home?
Platinum chains hangin' on my neck, look like cadi-chrome
Shit! Shit!
(Just shinin' though, I ain't gon' lie)
Don't ask me to help you to get no paper, nigga, buy a phone
I'm tired of niggas askin' for my help, while I'm gettin' on
Damn near make me think you tryna count what I'm sittin' on
I can't near think-
Ah, fuck, nigga
I can't near keep count of all the niggas I'm shittin' on
Alright, I's fuck the hoes better when their ass ain't silicone
Niggas shootin' shots at me, you still like little bro (Little bro)
I'm the first hit you off with a peli-co
Prolly came through the hood, but never came through the alley though
I was in Cali with a strap, me and Sky ain't the hoods, though
Ain't no limits to the sky, but I get high as I could though (Woo!)
The chrome heart got a soft spot for drinkin' wok
This a forty-one bustdown on me, it's not a clock
He be on some, tryna be like a nigga, he not a opp
Stock dealers only one short street, but it's the block
Ain't no go live-
Ay, turn that phone off my nigga! (Chill out)
Look at 'em, I got 'em shocked, my nigga
It paid off, I was in studios a lot, my nigga
Pushin' dope, my eyes, I finna rolled a lot, my nigga
Treat everybody like a brother, nigga
It's weird though, 'cause some get on to hang with other niggas
For real though, it's playin' both sides fumble niggas
They fallin' back the fuck off, that's where humble niggas
(I keep it real, though)
Without no gloves on, couldn't rumble wit' us
Four lines in one, tryna rap-
Alright, alright, alright
Four lines in the pop, tryna rap, couldn't bumble with us
Still fuckin' up my money at the intercontidentals
I got flavors right for weed on me, we ain't movin' skittles
Sellin' riddles, they in candles (Alright)
Goin' hard with the hussle, ain't bein' gentle
Still gotta ride fly, this a benz rental
Cousin walk down a brick, you can tell 'cause my team's ready
Now, he ain't blowin' big woods, I can tell 'cause his tail's little
How much weed did you just fire up, 'cause it smell little (Little)
[Outro]
(They ain't fired up shit, nigga)
( Louie Ray )
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