Red Snapper

C, L
You can find me eating
Red snapper, never wore Kappa
Slap you up and say it's only banter
No mantra, no psyche
Dressing up to compliment your wifey
I'll tell your team to get the fuck behind me
I go in
I'm hitting goals like a young Michael Owen
And wringing you for money that you're owing
I'm only showing off
And talking like I'm cut from a different cloth
And you can find me lost in some Hugo Boss
I'm scheming on some Margiellas just to compliment this nice weather
But all I really need is Stella, like I know better
I'm here to piss on your parade in every way
And you can really ask me twice and I won't have nothing to say
Ay
It's young C, young triple 0, fuck it
I'm pissed up and living off of KFC buckets, uh
I'll tell your marge to suck it, then I'll give thanks
And you can see me chatting smooth, like I'm Loyd Banks
I talk rank, it's really rare like you'll never, ever see it
And what my team's about, you mother fuckers try to be it
Uh
I'm so wavy make 'em seasick
I probably laugh at your reactions like, "You really never seen shit."
And you can call me Ali Baba in the big Prada
Jumping on them back in school in the big dada's
Like yes I'm sick bruv, but really I'm diseased
I was only moving through whilst the town's upon its knees
Praise to me
The biggest tree that you will ever smoke
I often conversate with loaf, and see me lounging off the boat
I never joke
I look you in the eye when we talking fees
And I'm just trynna cop a Q and the Chinese, please
I'm really shitting on the competition
And for a verse I leave you wishing, man you're so persistent
You really need to listen
I'm on another level
I know you like me, there's no need to get sentimental