Tennis Bracelet

[Studio Chatter]
Shout out to the homie dollar for the muhfuckin' spades
DJ T on the way to the studio too
(that bitch a hall-of-famer though too
Don't sleep on that but it's all good)
The bottle we got in this motherfucker is right up from out the club
Walked out that motherfucker last night with it
We ain't get to pop it
Popped too many of them

[Verse]
She said "Hi, nice to meet," I was in my '63
Got hydraulics in the trunk, I can make it jump six feet
Off the ground, I'm a clown, I come down like a real G
A real one is all I am, Mama, that's all I'll ever be
Tires screech in the East, they do donuts in them Z's
They do donuts in them 'Vettes, baby, this the life of Jets
I hung out with her twice but I haven't fucked her yet
Now she vexed, now she pressed, now she taking off her dress
Vinyl records, marijuana, and sex, so yes the stage was set
Performance award winning, think she left her bra in here
Her girls calling with questions, like, "Bitch, how big is it?"
Mama come see for yourself, I'm up in here smoking and chillin
She see money all around me, I look like I'm the man
But bitch I really am, you can tell
'Cause I pull up in that motherfucking Lamb with my man
Smoking on that killer piff, banging Killer Cam

[Outro]
Yeah, Eastside
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