The Sound Better Temperatures (Ft. BIGBABYGUCCI)

[Chorus]
She's so in love with the sound
Stuck in the crib, you lames are not allowed
She said she want it right now
Get her a flight then I take her to pound town
All that I smoke is that loud, loud
You can just call it that ZaZa
I don't care, I'm getting high, high
I just spent ten racks in Prada

[Verse]
He tryna link but I think he a cop though
I need that bag, talking, "Ándale, pronto" (Ayy)
I got the game in a chokehold
My bitch is bad, paint her up like Yoko Ono
Keep it on the low, low
I be seeing niggas lacking, they be taking photos
Baby, you'll get a Birkin if you ride it like a moto
But I've been moving solo so you can't control me
Knocking on your block in a Polo tee
She said, "Do you want some top?" I'm like, "You know me"
Heard you niggas sweet, boy
Niggas try to be me, he a decoy
And my dawgs on the loose, they'll eat, boy
If you don't got at least a band, don't speak, boy
And the diamonds on my neck, they leak, boy
Might as well take a dip, I'ma see, boy, I'ma make noise
If I don't got no bag, I'ma take yours
All my niggas be kings, we great lords
Had to raise these niggas like Greyjoys
I could tell your ass a couple things about me
Know this shit'd be hella different here without me
I ain't tripping, they gon' listen to the mouthpiece
All my shit be hot like the South Beach
Got your bitch giving me mouth like all weekend