[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Mr. International, I can probably times two Everything you do in life and everything you might do Probably stick my dick up in the bitch you say goodnight to Niggas swear they beasting, I dont know who hyped you Motherfucking lames, If I could I probably fight ya Have my people light ya, you know just what them brothers do Magic in the 32, LA Lakers run and shoot Hit your mother, father, sister, daughter, and your cousin too I’m the shit, hope you know, waving like row your boat Sitting like southern poles drop the "e" add a "o" That be my wardrobe, you malling with your mom Rushing right before the store close, stack up a head case Rare like a red steak, 90th and Hooper Just to get the record set straight, homie we just set dates Because I’mma get to popping once the L-beast start the drop And you niggas start to flop and then you bitches get to copping
[Verse 2: LaVish] Uh, I’m in the carpool doing 150 With a dime piece out having lunch with me My lifestyle now, boy it’s something trippy Rather hit the blunt ‘cause I’m never getting tipsy Yeah puffing on the green like an urban hippy They repeat my name now like Timmy, Timmy Timmy Timmy, T-Timmy Timmy, T-Timmy Timmy Flying out boy genius, call me Jimmy The first thing they speak about in any conversation I’m going for the win, you're just the nomination LaVish what they call me, and I’m often hated I ain’t the best yet, won’t stop until the greatest Yeah my bud is shining like a flashlight And yeah we can collab for a flat price And I’m rolling in a Polo, Marco I bet they won’t forget me, like Sarah Marshall Dodger fitted on on the Ralph bucket You a extra in this movie, yeah I’m out stunting If you ain’t talking money, then you ain’t saying nothing L-A-V signing out I'm Chris Brown, run itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
