[Verse 1: Larry June]
20 G's for the backpack
Hopping out a Bentaker, 40 on me comapct
You niggas see the songs, you niggas riding that
Jump-roping by the ocean i took the Maybach
The 911 getting allocated, I'm doing calisthenics, while you stuck writing love-letters
Money-fetish, go so hard, I can cop whatever
LV, Stephen Sprouse with the green letters
I'm just me, flyer then you niggas in a white tee
ATL, doing a couple numbers sipping ice-tea
Germany, I'm way from the bay, how'e you've heard of me?
Smiling big, see the yellow stones in my gold teeth
Bucket hat, with the gold piece, like Run-D.M.C
Casual 15, 202 when I'm out eating
This is not a dream baby girl, this the real thing
10 carrots on the middle finger, fuck everything
[Chorus: Larry June]
Man, long way home. Man
Came back with a bag
Eeyeeey
Took the long way home
Eeyeeey
[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
Eating heavy, I might have to switch the pant size
Standing on big business, step on a franchise
Try to vision me rolling, go with them fantasize
German machine, emerald green with the tan inside
We really the ones, there's nothing 2 about it
Planted some roses in the dirt [?] and it grew from out it
Keep the thing in arms reach, and never move without it
Click the hot topic, and you can read the news about it
Let me stretch out on the pink
Big ass jacket with an extension to the feet
I'm updated with putting product fresh out on the street
This California sunshine, I step out in breeze
Sticking a shift, riding midnight with the wingman
Showing out, blowing a penthouse on a ringband
Bringing so much to the function, holding the thing hand, in the open, I never went to the ocean and tried to bring sand (and it's like that)
20 G's for the backpack
Hopping out a Bentaker, 40 on me comapct
You niggas see the songs, you niggas riding that
Jump-roping by the ocean i took the Maybach
The 911 getting allocated, I'm doing calisthenics, while you stuck writing love-letters
Money-fetish, go so hard, I can cop whatever
LV, Stephen Sprouse with the green letters
I'm just me, flyer then you niggas in a white tee
ATL, doing a couple numbers sipping ice-tea
Germany, I'm way from the bay, how'e you've heard of me?
Smiling big, see the yellow stones in my gold teeth
Bucket hat, with the gold piece, like Run-D.M.C
Casual 15, 202 when I'm out eating
This is not a dream baby girl, this the real thing
10 carrots on the middle finger, fuck everything
[Chorus: Larry June]
Man, long way home. Man
Came back with a bag
Eeyeeey
Took the long way home
Eeyeeey
[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
Eating heavy, I might have to switch the pant size
Standing on big business, step on a franchise
Try to vision me rolling, go with them fantasize
German machine, emerald green with the tan inside
We really the ones, there's nothing 2 about it
Planted some roses in the dirt [?] and it grew from out it
Keep the thing in arms reach, and never move without it
Click the hot topic, and you can read the news about it
Let me stretch out on the pink
Big ass jacket with an extension to the feet
I'm updated with putting product fresh out on the street
This California sunshine, I step out in breeze
Sticking a shift, riding midnight with the wingman
Showing out, blowing a penthouse on a ringband
Bringing so much to the function, holding the thing hand, in the open, I never went to the ocean and tried to bring sand (and it's like that)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!