Cold Modelo

[Verse 1 : Von Pea]
You rocking with the bassline king
Far from out of bounds
You niggas panic when Serato down
Swags for the has beens
Duty free bag full of absynthe
Bad since Kim didn't have tits
I still got a crush on, fegardless of what the doc stuck on…
Look, now I'm on 14th and B’way
Bitties in effect
Like air brushing, looking for the next
But if I go balls deep
She’ll be camped out at my crib like occupy Wall Street
Sucker mc's hear us and they exit
They wanna build I am never interested
I'm not an og yet, I'm a goalie yes
Block yall punks from controlling next
Kids say the darndest things
But regardless Peazys gon get kinged
You can be Prince, slave to a label
I ball out bitch, Netflix and cable
Everything data, never been beta
Your aunt said I have nice end tables
Hey now, never been an emulator
I blackout then I become the generator
Never get a favor if it's something you can learn
The fuck I want something i ain't earn?
Let's get going my dude

[Chorus]
That's how I move
Broke in jeans, brand new shoes
Cold Modelo, Brooklyn roof
Beef on the grill, too cool to shoot
She watching, she shopping
My girl like that's no option
(alarm sound) that car then hop in
Come through we got ya we got ya

[Verse 2 : Donwill]
Minimal work builds invisible worth
I’m in my temple berzerk, speak in digital spurts
Lady luck got bucks, tryna divvy her purse
From a verse i’ve rehearsed before they get me a verse
Y’all some simpleton jerks, crackin difficult smirks
I got ya chick in reverse, lifting her pencil thin skirt
A bi-racial facial, bust a pimple it squirts
Nah we really in salons get ya shit out the dirt
Condition her first, and let 'em crimp out her curls
She a friend of a friend, I’m a pimp with referrals
Rather dig in my girl than a random ass fan
Still word to ghost face but don’t kick up ya plans
A yo, a yo, my mellow my man
Word to cracking cold cans in a wrapped tour van
I’m tryna crack the code fam get ya boy to japan
Konichiwa bitches, yen and koi fishes
My zen come first instead of internet lurk
I scroll past troll them niggas get on my nerves
Before i finish a verse, I’m tryna triple my worth
And not trip on my words, got heavy dick for a bird
I’m tryna hit 'em with curve in both sense of the terms
This ain't no sensitive shit the controversies confirmed
All I can be i my self thank you for the concern
You should be front row at the next concert

[Chorus]
That's how I move
Broke in jeans, brand new shoes
Cold Modelo, Brooklyn roof
Beef on the grill, too cool to shoot
She watching, she shopping
My girl like that's no option
(alarm sound) that car then hop in
Come through we got ya we got ya