Lyle Horowitz - Well Dressed lyrics

[Beamon Intro] My own mother say that I been changing Told her Ima make it, but motherf**ers faking Look at me in my face, you'll see that I ain't tame sh** Motherf**ers on they hate sh**, I'm on my great sh** How you go from nameless, to damn near famous I'm a rockstar n***a, put me where the stage is How the f** they bout to get on this When I took that rap sh**, and I just owned it [Verse 1] My soul is black, tell me where my soul is at Remember when I sent you hoes my tracks, you wasn't posting that We could hit the strip club b**h, Ima post in back Swag on attack, I need 100 racks, Ima mack I need so much money man I won't know what to do with it Ima new n***a, I don't dance and I don't jerk hoe But I'm on the track with more wave than a surf board Ima hug yo b**h, hug yo b**h, like a fur coat Tall gla** of water, yeah n***a I'm what she thirst for And I grind all day mane, what you work for? You ain't work hoe, Ima throw it in reversal Watch the god kick it like judo, screwed flow Probably whippin that two door, it's true hoe Ima move slow Coming down, straight drop These n***as hate, but I'm really throwed In the zone, can't f** with you silly hoes Cause they always messing up I need to ride in exeleros, etcetera, etcetera [Belly Dialogue 1] [Bridge To Verse 2] What's really real?, I'm tryna get a meal (mill) If I don't signed?, Ima feel the steel Cause she been on my mind & I'm behind the wheel I'm staying on my grind just so I don't have to feel I'm feeling like I'm on my last ropes When I had you?, that's when I had hope How I'm posed to have you?, and you way over there? You got me pulling out my hair, aiming bullets at the air [Verse 2] I shine like a motherf**er, sun rays If it wasn't rapping it'd be trapping & that gun play What the f** can you n***as say to a young n***a? I been on these raps, motherf**er, chasing love n***a & I'm ill as sh**, don't give a damn cause I'm cold hoe Four five, nena on my hip, a get your soul stole In my loan mode, and I put my hits slow mo Midwest n***a, step up and get smashed b**h Tryna get all on my dough, spitting and rip a b**h all on my own Motherf**er what you n***as is on, b**h, keep your mouth closed Or I cut you off like a outro, got demons all in my house ho Feening to posses my brain, my n***a I'm less than sane Sick game, no flu feel, say I changed?, but you you still Matter fact, k** yourself n***a, you should use steel And I don't give a f** about these motherf**ers Every b**h would get a buck up out you motherf**ers [Belly Dialogue 2]