Driver roll up the partition, please
And turn the volume on the track, some trap, Young Jeez
A pair of models in the back, makes three
Pop bottles in the ‘Lac, just cracked Grey geese
Linking on me like they're Siamese
I got the windows tinted black, so the paps can't see
I think these cats like a rap MC
Got two hands on my lap feeling like Jay-Z
Cuz you can be ‘Yonce if I can be Hov
And we can get our Roc on wherever we go
I just fouled out, let me see you free throw
Deep convo followed by a deep throat
Your fleece coat ‘bout to catch some stains
Your North Face look good goin' South of my range
I got clout, you got mouth for days
And coming first ain't a race but Cizzle 'bout to place
Brooklyn-bound, Sheek Louch and Mase
Is bumpin' through the speakers, bleedin' out the ba**
You work hard, I see it in your face
Star-started at the bottom deep down to the base
Work the top and squeeze out the taste
And turn your phone off, don't leak out the tape
Some good brain I need now to stay
Way straight to my heart, like keys to the safe
So driver roll up the partition, pronto
This dime on my side 'bout to ride like Tonto
Better kept low like a Mercilago
Retract SnapChats to your cats on iPhone
Regret when it spreads to the word on the street
Then forget the definition of the word discrete
This little homie gonna front but I know that he flipped
The way I made the back seat a Sean Cody clip