Bobby Brown

[Verse 1]
Uh-
Ridin round town with the top down
I pull up at the lights pour some ′Voss out
Big tomahawk from the chop house
The college dropout
Baggin' up gas at the compound
Bro, I don′t clock out
I know a crooked cop
Daz Kurupt like the Dogg Pound
My lifestyles wild
My style sounds like Bobby brown on brown
About to chop this crop down
In a Barbour with a foxhound
I told my girl get dressed we going rogue
Redneck Polo crest on the left breast
LED Screens in the head rest
Shit I just lost some bread on Bet Fred
I rollout the way I waltzed in
Grey Cartiers with a gold tints sipping Grand Marnier
Malbec with the moleskin
I pour in the whole ting
Picture me rolling

[Hook]
Close your eyes
Picture me rolling

[Verse 2]
Uh-
I'm a bozo but I'm so bougie
I treat a classic like an old loosey
Tell the stylist I′ll bring my was own jewellery
I'm Paid In Full, I shoot my own movie
Everything is Kushti like Om Puri
We pop XO's and rock retro
Took stock like a klepto
I played my set at Cochealla at the wrong tempo
I guess you never got the memo
The flows hot like a habanero
But it sounds cool
Pay attention to the House rules
Shut ur mouth fool
The gangs like a back of wolves
Puttin′ down tools
Ya gal, tryna grab the crown jewels
You got no credentials
I got the crowd going mental
I wrote this in the golden temple
We are not the same Bro it's levels
The doughs embezzled
I′m about to load the vessel

[Hook]
Close your eyes
Picture me rolling