Orchids! Chris King (Ft. Lancey Foux)

[Chorus: Chris King & Lancey Foux]
Keep it lowkey babygirl, we grown (Yeah-yeah)
No way, go 'til top of the morn' (Gang, shit)
Just like I came out the (?) on blood (Uh), oh, yeah
You ain't got a role, gotta play your part
Got a cup of lean (Yeah), gotta drink that shot
Styrofoam cups, they lookin' like art (Woo)
You can love me or love me not, I'm breakin' hearts
Follow the dope 'til my homies are smart
Trap out that Neiman Marcus like an apartment (Yeah), oh, yeah
I was putting my scale in the [?] apartment
Get some Maserati, I'm watchin' forklift
Purple plyers, I'm smoking up orchids (Chyeah, uh), oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I'm sendin' her flowers, I'm givin' her orchids, yeah (Orchids)
I'm lettin' her level up from the role of an associate (Associate, trust)
I'm 'bout to send her up, my baddie a throphy (My baddie a throphy)
I'm 'bout to wet her up, I got her soakin', yeah (Soakin')
I think I caught her eye rockin' this Dolce, yeah
I think I caught her eye, vintage gold teeth, yeah
I think I'm ready to die, I went so deep (So deep)
I think she ready to ride, no sleep (Went to sleep)

[Verse 2: Chris King]
I'm thinkin' I cannot drive, I had no sleep
She gotta swallow my pride, yeah, her throat deep
All of my money on my counter, yeah, that hoe ring
Couple niggas claim they crown but they no king
I got supermodels in the trap, around the dope fiends
Codeine and ecstasy, I'm 'bout to OD
Rubber bands around my wrist, she bitch for more cheese
Momma said don't talk to strangers, get to know me