Showin' up, showin' out, makin' my presence known
Rollin' up, smokin' out, in a perfect fuckin' zone
Fast lanin' and slummin', you can hear this husk a-comin'
I'm a block with hella knock, cuttin' up, stuntin'
Little finger off the sunroof, thumpin' up, not loose
Ready to catch a fade, ready to put up my fuckin' dukes
Did it to squeeze a nigga neck, like this bottle of Grey Goose
I ain't never cashed a check, just street nigga loot
Manishness, foolery, rockin' hella jewelry
Local superstar, you gotta see my car
Out of sight, up to par, came a long way, hecka far
I owe it to my triple beam and my pickle jar
It's smackin' in my DNA, make a bitch pay when she right
Ain't they a holiday, born and raised up in the Yacht
Polished umbrella, never been a self up in the sun
Hustle flyin' in a crop dust
We out here greetin' ya
Grittin' about Gouda, it's like a holiday
Standin' out of the steps, where my mama stay
Walkin' right up to the cars, keep it comin'
We out here slummin', slummin'
We out here greetin' about Gouda, it's like a holiday
Standin' out of the steps, where my mama stay
Walkin' right up to the cars, keep it comin'
We out here slummin', slummin'
Trappin' and checkin' my track, collectin' and countin' my racks
Bettin' and shootin' craps, totin' and packin' gats
In a party, double fisted, at the bar gettin' hella twisted
See that bitch right there, that's the homie bitch
But he don't know I'm hittin' it
Lil' Gouda chick, can't get enough of it
Nuffin' strung out on my dick, she like to spit on it
Act classy, but really a freak nasty
She like for me to net on her cabin
It's game and fall, I'm a damn fool
I'm the nigga, I fixed her, my nigga, I'm the dude
I never been a big tipper, I can be hella rude
Only thing I tip is my liquor and my food
Boss status, smokin' cap, smokin' cap
Livin' lappin', extra masks
Profit flippin', flippin' profit
Louis sippin', gussel hollis
I be grittin' bout Gouda, it's like a holla tag
Standin' out of the steps when my mama say
Walkin' right up to the cars, keep it comin'
We out here slummin'
I be grittin' bout Gouda, it's like a holla tag
Standin' out of the steps when my mama say
Walkin' right up to the cars, keep it combin'
We out here slummin'
I'm in.