Churn

[Intro]
(1964)

[Verse]
Let me let the beat breathe
They sleep on me, ZZZ
Keep it player, I've been keepin' it P
I can just do this shit in my sleep
She take her vitamins, her vitamin D
VVS like the Sun Capri
I need my bands right now, capeesh?
Big dog and I'm off the leash
That's my name on the motherfuckin' lease
That's my car, that's the name on them keys
Skrrt off and (Skrrt) you can hear the damn screech (Skrrt)
Lil' bruh, (Skrrt) I just want the peace
Just want the money, the green
Want the same love for my team
I'll put a nigga on and that's guaranteed
Feel like a dope boy in whitе T's
All that foreplay, that bitch a tease
Need a big ass chain likе Alicia Keys
Walk in the store, they say take off my ski
Yeah, smokin' on all type of herbs
Fuck school, nigga, Phineas and Ferb
Wake up in the morning, birds gon' chirp
Bitches on my phone, I don't want to flirt
That bitch really get on my nerves
Louie bag, no, this shit not a purse
Foreign cars, I ain't goin' in a hearse
Pull up Lambo, and I'm leavin' them hurt
Get high, bitch, I'm smokin' on purp'
I got the mob ties, so don't get your ass (Shhh)
Like, fuck it, put in the dirt
If you scared, take your bitch ass to work
Throw a four, man, I'm right on the turf
Chains on, baby, yeah come and surf
I don't care who the fuck did it first
If she could cook, yeah, that's a perk
Smokin' dope, I ain't doin' no Percs
Be thankful 'cause this shit can be worse
Look like her BBL finna burst
See 12, throw that bitch in reverse
Pull up restaurant, the table's reserved
If you broke, then I'm kinda disturbed
That high speed in my car got [?]
Hear my song, then you better hit the jerk
If you broke, then I don't got no words
Designer shoes, I don't do the Converse
Sit back and I look and observe
Do a show for a [?]
She burnt out, she can't get unburned
Lil' baby, lil' bitch, it's my turn
Hol' on, let me switch lanes and turn
[?] the police, yeah, they hidin' their [?]
You a lil' boy and I don't pay your churn (Go, go, go, go)
(Go)