8pm In Colonie

Music Starts*

Intro:

Show you how to make a million dollars off rap
I might cross the border just to start a new trap

Verse:

Going full throttle, focused on green wearing night vision goggles
And my bitch a model, tussin over ice dawg we ain't buying bottles
Tussin over ice dawg we ain't buying bottles, (okay)
Talk this music shit dawg young Aristotle! (okay) She from Africa
But her favorite meal tacos, make that ass jump in the whip
Like potholes, started with a follow, ended with a swallow

8pm in Colo-, million dollars worth of game, shout out Gillie Wallow
Merci Alago, her body like a Lambo, can you see a future with a tech
Like Nano? Hit it from the front, turning up the Sopranos, get too comfortable I get you gone young Thanos, David everywhere bitch subscribe to my channel, they gave me the glory then I gave it up
To God, too much Acetone and I'm fighting off the nod

Yea, hot like some chicken wings in an air fryer, feel the vibes like you rolling on flat tires, fighting with my demons but I'm playing with desires, show you how to make a million dollars off rap
I might cross the border just to start a new trap
Tried to work with you but you never called back
Helmut ass nigga go ahead with all that

And fuck your local ranking, used to switch them gears and disappear on Vanvranken, shorty dropping tears everytime A nigga spank it, knew him from bars but who knew that he would make it?!
Upstate New York so our pace a little slower, they come from the town cause they know our price lower, copping bags of Doja, baby you can be the LightskinKeisha to my Coca, never heard them spit it like this yea I know huh?

Tell me what you're bringing to the table like a potluck
Let you get a glimpse inside my life and you got starstruck
8pm in Colonie I'm working on a startup

*Music fades