Suede

[Intro] L.A. dolla, mothafuckin' get Yeah, look [Verse 1] Walkin' through the back door, through the kitchen like an owner Lookin' like a million bucks, and smell like Marijuana Eyes lowered on my cut, being followed by a star Resemblance been the highest, she be wit me from the start Desperado, no confusing, we killin' wit the music Clip is loaded, any moment I can shoot it The rap game, Toreto heavy foot up on that pedal And still be do niggas, I ain't got no time to meddle I just mind my own, lay low and get this paper And come down on some makers, make the wildlife my neighbor Ocean in the back, Porsche is in the front But I'mma be inside, rollin' up that skunk Thinkin' bout the next move, takin' ova this game Moe together [?], bet ya stay outta this lane Zed life to that next, have sex in that hatch Lookin' like and OG, y'all niggas look stressed [Hook x2] Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public Don't be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches is go [Verse 2] Yeah, them bitches is go Yeah, them bitches is clean See me shifting them gears, still riding the lean Sittin' low when I'm floating, causing commotion with Bubbles She keep on saying she love me, I guess this bitch wanna Oscar Now I'm livin' too proper, is it ever too far from your scheme? I press that ignore button, hunt the chick of your dreams Ain't got no time for that baby, we gotta hustle the bill I got my mind on this paper, so right now fuck how you feel! I just smokin' on purple, riding slugs on the bussy I ain't loosing my focus, this shit feel like the movie Like the intro to Belly, walking slow through the crowd I just came wit my niggas, and they presence is loud When they got me a Keisha, back at home, she a keeper Anger, oh, sge be bitching, but she stay wit that reefa Yeah, sge down wit this shit, all about gettin' payed So she rollin' wit me, I let her feel my own swade [Hook x4] Put the swade non the ceiling, my bitch love when she touch it Roll the smoke out the window, pullin' stunts out in public Don't be fuckin' wit niggas, they be acting like hoes Got the wiz on the beamer, yeah, them bitches a go