Hey, bring your feet, bring your feet, bring your feet
I'm counting, I'm in the push star whip, I ain't got a crank there
Hey, hey, hey, in the push star whip, ain't got a crank, it like I'm soldier
I've been said that we the largest, now we lit, I thought I told ya
Knock his grills up out his mouth, only thing he got left is molars
And I'm somewhere that you not, my bitch get high, ice make her colder
Took his hoe, he say I stole her, for the low I could've sold her
I don't know if I'm on plan J, nor the bus down, I bought Polar
Code ain't got me moving slower, I get my piece for the lower
Would you rather cry up in the Rosa, cry on the Toyota?
Hey, that's something to shake something down, think twice before I drink something down
I ain't talking about no studio, when I say lay something down
I feel like I can't come down, buy you only so one pound
Run up in this crib and shut him up, you better not make one sound
If money do the volleyball, I'm a demon, sure the hoe, we double team
And L for L, they know the meaning
A nigga say he caught me with no fouls
Now he must be dreaming
I pull it out and nut up in the aisle, L for cream
Pop * with no agenda, ice on me like it's winter
I stay up in the house and kill us, y'all like Master Splinter
With bad hoes in the spring, logo, I'm in the center
They copy what I do, move how I move, just like a printer
And the push star whip ain't gotta crank it like I'm soldier
I been said that we the largest, now we lit, I thought I told you
Knock his grills up out his mouth, only thing he got left is molars
And I'm somewhere that you not, my bitch get high, ice make her colder
Took his hoe, he say I stole her, for the low I could've sold her
I don't know if I want planes, I ain't know the bus down, I'm bipolar
Code ain't got me moving slower, I get my piece for the lower
Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota, ayy
Ayy, we havin' plenty, I can't ride your car in ten
You won't never see me hurt about no hoe, I got too many
And come short, need every penny, wish to sport this bitch a henny
I'm a rich young nigga, touch his fingers, and I'm on the twin
Ayy, bitch don't ask me for no ID, I'm the point run play
Like I really need a white rich bitch like Kylie
Try some say before you try
Ain't no game like this about weed, I'm locked in, you can't untap me
Sir, if I hop, but what I back cheap ain't get paid
You can't come back me, in a push star whip, ain't gotta crank it like I'm soldier
I been said that we the largest, now we lit, I thought I told you
Knock his grids up out his mouth, only thing he got left is molars
And I'm somewhere that you not, my bitch get high, ice make her colder
Took his hoe, he say I stole her, for the low I could've sold her
I don't know if I want planes, I ain't know the bus down, I'm bipolar
Code ain't got me moving slower, I get my piece for the lower
Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota, ayy
Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota
Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota
Would you rather cry up in a Rolls honestly
That's for the Ricky