[Intro]
Uhh. Yeah
High Rise in this
Fly guys in this
[Chorus]
Rose gold photos hoes know who the f** we are
Rose gold photos clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos fros shining like a star
Rose gold photos pose with a gla** cigar
Rose gold photos hoes know who the f** we are
Rose gold photos clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos fros shining like a star (yeah)
Rose gold photos pose with a gla** cigar
[Verse 1: Ajax]
Rose gold photos hoes know who the f** we are
Never needed no ghost rider but a n***a might just buy this bar
Got weed in the car, Got weed in a jar, Got a seed in a jar I might grow tomorrow
Riding round town with the windows down
Her legs and the door are both ajar (both ajar)
Ghost ride the b**h
This girl and the car I both gotta ditch
Gotta get this cash cause my palms always itch
And I gotta stay tipped in that Louis Stitch
I meant Louis' b**h
That oak room with that perfume go perfect with my afternoon
And that'll make more sense real soon
If you a real goon you ain't into with no
High fashion, that's my pa**ion
So why gas em?
Gonna drive that I know could bypa** em
You a sky captain? you fly captain?
Nah, you a lie captain
I know n***as that'll die trappin
But don't try rappin
Just keep nappin
When I keep snappin
Rose gold photos in new polos
I'm the man like 4 four locos
Why these rappers just sound so-so
My flow loco
My flow cocoa
[?] me while I'm money moto
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Packidu]
Oh no
There he go
That boy there with a cold a** flow
Roll in the city do a dope a** show
Then he go back home with a cold a** choe
Local huh?
They didn't like me
Heard the beat in the 16
Now I'm gonna be a mogul, huh?
They flip flop all the time then blame it on hip hop
Keep that Ziploc
Late like tick-tock
Blame it on gridlock
Blame it on kid rock
White boy, Michigan
Damn right Red hot
Game in the headlock
Matter of fact red dot, Headshot bang!
I'm k**ing this verse
Any smart rapper should be stealing this verse
I'll be independent making money while other rappers trying to get a deal in this verse. No way
I'm the king of this empire
My team bout to be a dy-nuh-sty
Couple bad chicks wanna ride and I call that sh** fine with me
This too easy
You sell out like you freebees
We sell out your hometown
You sell bout like 2 CDs
Your girl says she sees me
Left her, man, he peewee
I'm faded, so she DD
Or I drop that dime like CP3
Remember when I couldn't get an EP on any blog and they'd just delete me
Eh sh** changed
But now I got a full inbox and MTV, they CC me
[Chorus]