Factory Rims

[Intro]
Ay

[Verse 1]
Poppin’ like I’m ‘posed to
Watch out for the people that I’m close to
Speak a little somethin’ you could toast to
I ain’t tryna hear ‘bout what you won’t do
Movin’ like I meant to
Hit the ground runnin’ like the rent do
Speak a little somethin’ that you’re into
I ain’t tryna hear ‘bout what you’ve been through
Like, hol’ up, hol’ up, say, what’s the hol’ up?
I got the pack, who got that roll up? I’m tryna po up
It seem like everytime I show up, it gotta go up
See the drip, they see the glow up, oh now they know us
See, it’s funny how my pockets outta shape but I’m fit for the flex
Clear the phone call, hit my chick with a text
Pollay through the birb with my drip from thе Jex
Save a couple hunnid, buy your bitch with thе rest, I

[Chorus]
Prefer my reefer with henny and Coke
Please don’t be stingy, got plenty to smoke
Show up and act up, and back to the crib
I do not stunt, I just rap what I live
Seem like they doin’ the most for the clout
Did what I said so they know what I’m bout
Show up and act up, and back to the crib
I do not stunt, I just rap what I (rap what I)

[Verse 2]
Ay
Winnin' like I ought to
I ain’t wanna do it, but I got to
Smokin’ when my doctor told me not to
Got these niggas wishin’ they was hot, too
Ballin’ like I need to
Got my exes wishin’ for a redo
Smell the marijuana when I speed through
Hit her with a tip, that’s a preview
Hold up, wait up, bitch, get your weight up
Shit, get your money, not your hate up
Boy, draw or play up
I flip my wrist, this shit a lay up, she wanna lay up
I gotta get it, I’ma stay up, I’m all the way up
I got my pay up, I ain’t playin’ with you hoes, I’m a coach now
Commentatin’, niggas do the most now
I’ll be somewhere booted with my toes down
Midler baby toot it with her nose down, I

[Chorus]
Prefer my reefer with henny and coke
Please don’t be stingy, got plenty to smoke
Show up and act up, and back to the crib
I do not stunt, I just rap what I live
Seem like they doin’ the most for the clout
Did what I said so they know what I’m bout
Show up and act up, and back to the crib
I do not stunt, I just rap what I (rap what I)