[HOOK: Lil Azure]
Hold up, pause!
I pull up drip with the sauce
Polo sweater Gucci draws
She said why I said because
Hold up, pause!
Polo sweater Gucci draws
She said why I said because
I pull up drip with the sauce
Like hold up
Like, yuh!
Hold up, pause! (aye, what)
Hold up, pause! (what)
She said "I'm cutting you off and I mean it"
I said "Pause! ’Ya hate to see it'"
[VERSE ONE: Lil Azure]
Let me show you what's up with it
I get the bag and I run with it
You bring the heat and I’m duckin' it tuckin' it
Wanna try me go ahead test your luck with it
Up in the foreign I put in in hyperdrive
Hit you from far i got sniper eyes
Pull up we bringin' the pain like a viper bite
You fake and changin' like diapers right
You wanna fight damn I might arrive, wait
You ride the Chevy, I ride the foreign
My shit exotic, your shit is borin'
I got a check, pull up and wreck
We leave em' wet, that's on the set
Do what I want, I like to flex
I like to stunt, show off the thread
Do what I want, all in my bag
I got a scope, you hit the deck (ayy, ayyy)
[VERSE TWO: King Keem]
Do what I want, ’cause I love to flex
Polo the fabric feel good on my chest
Don’t want her pussy I just want the neck
Feel like a ref how we pull out the techs
These niggas mad 'cause their bitch call me honey
I don’t play games when it come to my money
20s and 10s no I don't want no ones
Pull up on that nigga now he tryna run
Fingers stay green 'cause I'm countin’ my funds
I got that drip like a kid out the mud
Stay with some hounds, so come test your luck
Your W.C.W. be showin' me love
Don't wanna cuddle I just wanna fuck
I don't fuck with you so don't call me your cuz
Stop flexin' that money your stack full of ones
Give me one day I can double your funds
Tommy the belt while you shoppin at Macy's
But it's okay 'cause you strugglin' lately
Piss me off I just might take your lil' lady
Know for a fact, don't these niggas hate me
[HOOK: Lil Azure]
Hold up, pause!
I pull up drip with the sauce
Polo sweater Gucci draws
She said why I said because
Hold up, pause!
Polo sweater Gucci draws
She said why I said because
I pull up drip with the sauce
[VERSE THREE: King Amer]
Up in the clouds, I'm high off the blunt
You niggas ain't hard, That's just a front
Fuck on your bitch, no it's not a stunt
Fuckin' your bitch yeah I bloodied her cunt
She blow my tip and she say that I'm trippy
White from the eyes yeah you know that it's slippy
You mess with dirty I call him a hippie
King Amer here now he fuckin' her throat
I take your bitch now I'm rockin' her boat
Look at my shootin' they call me a goat
King Amer evil I'm killin the people
I don't do illegal I rock with the Beetle
I don't need a single eyes red like the devil
My lyrics are mental the bullets too metal
I'm slingin' the A.K. no Syrian rebel
Peg all my streets yeah we give 'em a shell
Your gang the sewer them niggas they smell
Blood on my hands yeah I send 'em to hell
Timbs on my feet cost imma farewell