Cedar Plank Salmon

[Intro] Stop fuckin' frontin' man (I'll fuck you up) Stop fuckin' frontin' I'll hit you with my car (I'll smack the shit out you) Put your fuckin', I won't put you in the trunk nigga I'll put your fuckin' head under the hood (fuck you up) [Verse 1] They love us, date us, hate us, then become spectators Minked out, rockin' some fresh gators, we chess players Street mayors, max rayers, silk-covered statues Cashmere consultants radiantly comin' at you Shout out to the white guy, Dave Stacks, and Hologram Take it back to '98, hammers on the dollar van My niggas move with honor man, plus we move with all my fam Shout out to my nigga gam, I do this shit but I'm a fan I still love it when some real shit drops Convertible raps, you're 'bout to see this real shit pops When done correctly, especially by Queens niggas that's 'bout it Back me down, I doubt it, smack up faces when I'm crowded On my low shit, always, four fifth, raw haze Shout out to my niggas stayin' up hustlin' for days I did that, peace out kid, I feel your struggle But now I see further than that, just like the Hubble Never the type to steal a hubcap, fuck that This is boss shit, floss shit we thug rap Clams and Moet for breakfast, nigga we does that Might've seen me and Wilson in the Colosseum Buyin' every tennis size 12 right when we see 'em Scallops from Japan, but the whips European Have this monuments and documents, the crib's like a museum Barbecue Korean, got the grill built in the table Ridin' dirty, 25 hammers just some able Turn your buildin' to the Hard Rock Cafe 'Bout 200 thousand in the black attaché Keep it in the briefcase If that's lawyer money, it'll be a brief case Laurenovich, fuck you