Dapper Dan

In Napa Valley, tasting different wines, hate to wait in line
Got reservations, plus I know the waitress, we gon take our time
She ain't got no ass at all, but her face is fine
No need to order, she already know my favorite kind
Accidently parked at a red, got to pay a fine
I'm Dapper Dan and some Gucci pants from 1985
No holding hands, this your only chance don't let it pass you by
No romance, I'm not your boyfriend, just ---- from time to time
Still keep that baby chopper tucked under the bed
Still smoke like a Rasta, I just cut off my dreads
1942 Don Jul-y is burning my chest
Burning flowers, driving with no hands I steer with my legs
My right hand ain't got a clue what I do with my left
On 580 slappin that ol mess, that tool to the neck[?]
Freshly trimmed flowers in my vibe I feel half alive
Heated steering wheels my fingers warm on these cold morning drives

Counting hun-dons til my thumbs numb
Barbara grandson got these hoes shaking pom poms
My square bitch a nerd, once a year she be at Comic Con
My Dapper Dan jacket, hand-crafted, I like 1 of 1
I was young, all we had was crumbs, now I'm having some
Now it's gold pieces in a safe, this shit weigh half a ton
Lil bro be stalking shit, he off them beans but not the magic ones
Stop acting dumb she asking how it shoot if it's a plastic gun
It's polymer, this compact size can fit inside her tiny purse
I'm talking about that black one that she liked designed by Tory Burch
Before the street, she made sure it was seen on IG stories [?]
Shopping at Jimmy Jazz in Harlem by 123rd
I'm at the Lighthouse ordering surf and turfs
Life is harder for niggas, it just gets worse and worse
My denim reconstructed, I'm rarely seen in buckets
I can tell all them L's still ain't teach you nothing