Jimmy Choos

French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

Tinashe – Fashion Nova Lyrics

[Intro]
Hitmaka

Ay, yeah
Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

[Verse 1]
Bad Habits, I got issues
Bad Habits, I got issues
Got your bitch behind the tint, presidential
Fucking up on your bitch, intermission, aye
Don’t know ‘bout you, but imma buy them Jimmy Choos, aye
Ain’t ‘bout no rules, I’m like “I know what it do”, aye
Ain’t got no chill, you know Young Nashe act a fool
?

[Hook]
Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

[Verse 2]
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya
Too much sauce, I’m the stash when I’m with ya
Don’t give sweet girls no way
It’s a snack and a wrap in them jeans

Sage The Gemini – The Gag (Morse Code Album)

[Intro]
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my friends done warned me ’bout you
You the type of nigga hating on what I do
I pull up in Bentleys and the shoes 22
I’m like bitch, hop out wearing fucking Jimmy Choos

[Verse 1]
If I can avoid Uber, then I will
Unless it’s for a girl that let me be like Mike Will
I’m swimming in this bitch like I got gills
It started with a picture, now she think it’s not real

[Chorus]
Whoa, I be with my dogs every day
I think I’ma pull up on your broad today
He say I can’t get up in her drawers, no way
But the gag is she ain’t wore none anyway

[Post-Chorus]
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my friends done warned me ’bout you
You the type of nigga hating on what I do
I pull up in Bentleys and the shoes 22
I’m like bitch, hop out wearing fucking Jimmy Choos

[Verse 2]
I feel like the motherfucking man
I’m always driving foreign but was taught in trans-ams
She knows me from MTV Jams
She the type you take home to your mom to meet the fam

[Chorus]
Whoa, I be with my dogs every day
I think I’ma pull up on your broad today
He say I can’t get up in her drawers, no way
But the gag is she ain’t wore none anyway

[Post-Chorus]
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
(Rep, rep, rep, rep) Represent
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know
But the gag is that you don’t know what you gon’ know

[Verse 3]
In front the club with the batting action
Tryna find what the hell we packing
But the gag is they got through the back
This here was just a distraction
Think we trouble, push the line backwards
Can’t get in with our hats
One side, one straight, two snap
Fuck that, you know key is backwards
Bad dog, she let me hit it just ’cause my chain glisten
She say her man got one
But it shine for a sec, his chain all timid
You know we don’t got the same cash
You know we don’t got the same pass
Your girlfriend want a Roc-A-Fella
She seen the whip, you seen your dame dash
(Rep, rep, rep, rep)

Young Thug – Tomorrow ‘Til Infinity Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shoes, my Jimmy Choos
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, that’s my second home
I’m Atlanta though
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz (feat. Young Thug) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Get the Hermes on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Dora & Dolly – Serving The Plug (feat. Young Thug) (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

[Verse 1: Dolly]
I’m cuffin’ that bag, I’m cuffin’ that bag
And I’m feelin’ real good, hell yeah
You talkin’ ’bout cash, you runnin’ up racks
And livin’ good, hell yeah
Jimmy Choos all on my feet
Diamonds, they all over me
Ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek
Please do not get too close to me
Baggin’ these niggas like groceries
Had to stay down ’til they noticed me
My shit on negative 4 degrees
No hoe in my blood, ain’t no hoe in me
I’m with the bullshit, don’t approach me
I’m walkin’ [?] on me
They screamin’, "Hey Dolly," I’m lowkey
I fronted him bags of the OG

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m drivin’ my car, I took me a bar
I pull up the Mas’, hell yeah
I used to be young, I used to be small
But I do it larger now
These lil bitty boys, better not start
I’ll shoot ’em to God, yeah, yeah
I love when them boys droppin’, they ain’t hard
I’ma pull their card, oh yah
Ayy, hey do your thing, I ain’t stoppin’ you
My bitch want the money like prostitutes
I tell her to wait like a copper do
I’ll tell her Dora and tell Dolly too
Their informant buy everything
Pussy nigga, better know they watchin’ you
Free Unfunk, I got the Rolls Royce
Now they lookin’ sour like a lemon do
I was standin’ on the block
And I had on some Jimmy Choos, ayy
Never met a nigga dude name crazy
And I was the general, ayy
When my brother died, I lost my heart
And I lost my ceilin’ too, ayy
Lil Dora tell these pussy niggas what you gotta say

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

[Verse 3: Dora]
Pull up sprayin’, fuck with the clan
I’m ready to die, hell yeah
Ain’t no free bands if you ain’t the fam
Yeah it’s whatever
Your talk is cheap, I got the AP
And it shine bright like the whip
You niggas done told, you niggas done fold
You niggas know y’all know better
I told my bro, I told my sis I got ’em
That’s what matters
I keep my work and I got a lot right here
And it’s guarded with the ‘Reta
Thugga I told you ’bout the bankroll
These niggas can’t make us sweat
We on the road, sold out shows
I thank God for that

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice