[Warhol.ss:]

Six in the morning

Stain hit my line, crack of dawn and I'm yawning

Line steady chirpin'

Where's the move, go and get me some

Hit her with the wrist

I bet I whip in your millennia

Saucin' with the pot



Like Alfredo Fettuccine with the sauce and better side

Shawty Fetty Wap'd the Lincoln and started tweaking 'cause I'm hot

Say she wifey but she not

Told shawty call the uber, I ain't whipping to your spot

That bitch tweaking, yeah she tweaking

And I'm thinking I can sauce, hit her heart

Panoramic missing roof, I think that's a loss

Play your card, been a spade I'm black as ace up in this draw

Parking lot, pimping limping

Way I'm moving been the same, since the park, then they see me

I've been laying low, trapping out the uber

I don't talk to no computer

Hit my pager for this super sauce

I'm sippin' in this purple, know I'm double cuppin' Act

Leaning hard that's a fact

Bring it back, feel like Keem, Hoodrich

Couple karats in my slugs playboy

Whip a foreign pizzeria with her wrist, chef boy

What she cooking, I got sauce for that eight

Come in shop, good gas for that low

You should let that shit go

Hit her with the kriss skull

Screaming where my wrist go?

Purple in my cup but she think it's nuvo

Ayy, she just want to kick it, let her tour my new boat, ayy

Now she want to fuck, call that bitch a free show ay

Fresh white tee from the corner store, Japanese denim

Ceremony feel like Kikyo [?]

Back up on finessin, hope he know he on the meter though

Serve him at the spot then like dub, see you never ho

Early in my schedule but it's



Six in the morning

Stain hit my line, crack of dawn and I'm yawning

Line steady chirpin'

Where's the move, go and get me some

Hit her with the wrist

I bet I whip in your millennia

Saucin' with the pot



[Randy:]

Ayy, Randy Lee, hey Darren I got hits

I don't trust no mouses, I just get it then we bouncin'

Money stackin' Randy countin', Randy dirty water fountain, Randy Rodgers Quartback, ain't no one can handle that

MVP, your bitch wearing my tee

You a C-O-P, she gave me brain like MIT

Ayy, check your wrist, ain't no cheese she finna dip

Uh, we finna lay, potato louder than a chip (Graa)