Recaro Seats Larry June

[Intro]
Check
I ain’t never been to Cuba before
But I got two around my neck
Somethin’ slight though
Check, aye aye aye, aye aye
Mane
Dang
Check
Yea
Aye aye aye, aye aye

[Verse 1]
Black ASC, stock Recaro seats
Now every time she see the ragtop she think of me (goddamn)
Park it right next to the 'Vette for no reason
Let her stay the night then dropped the bitch at Four Seasons (numbers)
Every time I drop a new tape I cop new pieces (yeah)
I don’t even gotta do a show, I’m still eating
I don’t need shit from a bitch, but still keep it
The beat make me wanna cop a rope and two beepers
Quarter mil' spent on a whip and still feastin’
Show my young niggas in the hood that they can get it
I’m hittin’ 150 down Bob Speedway
Race the M6 on my way to John Daly
I’ve been shopping at Trader Joe’s crazy lately
Cleaning my Rolex watching movies from the 80’s
I ain’t rode my bike in a month, I’ve been craving
Calculating every fucking cent I’ve been saving