ZaeHD & CEO - Time Travel lyrics

[Intro] (JOfficial!) [Verse 1: ZaeHD and CEO] Aye, pop out in the city, get popped like a b*tch Diamonds be hittin', you see through the tint Yo diamonds be blurry, I might have to squint From the back, apply pressure, I might leave a dent You bought a chain but you ain't pay yo rent I'm doin' straight but b*tch you got me bent Keep talkin' lil' b*tch and I might just get pissed Just made a fifty, I started with ten I got in trouble, its lean in my piss Good thing there's ice on my wrist I'm drinkin' Scotch and she drinkin' on Henny Told her to get in this whip but no benny She wanna get in but she is a penny Walk 'round in designer, walk 'round with a semi I got me some money, I got me some money And it came from rappin', it's not from no stimmy I come from the city where ni**as be parkin' they cars and they b*tches be showin' they titties I'm swervin', I'm drivin this Scat Pack through traffic It's lemon-lime, I know the people gon' see me Like poof, gone, do magic like Genesis The roof gone, look up and see Venus I'm lit cause my lyrics on Genius Not textin her back 'til it is convenient I'm pullin' her bundles on Twitch I run him down, whoop his ass with a switch I'm gettin' money, they think it's a glitch Now I'm wearing purple, I came up from Fitch I caught a bad b*tch, flew the b*tch to the West Coast, then scratching her name off the list I'm all in her throat, let's see if you can drive this boat Drink Wocky, I don't want no Tris I'm sipping dirty, I got my cup double I drip head from toe, don't step in my puddle If I pull up on you I ain't trying to cuddle, let's get to the point b*tch, we Netflix and fu*kin' Keep it 100, won't change for the money Monkey see monkey do, you ni**as monkeys Dig in that pussy like Halloween pumpkins When I get the pack I'ma dunk it like Drummond I jumped off the porch, I was like cowabunga These VV's gon' shine in the winter and summer I rolled a wood and it's thick like a mummy Smoke that to the face, make me walk like a zombie You seen them guys and I heard you was running I'm moving slick, I can't hang wit no dummies Might hop on a jet, catch a light straight from London Speaking of London I'm smoking pound cake, I'm in London If I like the b*tch I'ma like it and comment You speaking on sh*t that you did, I been done it It seem like the pussy get wetter when she wear the bonnet, I pull it straight off when she coming I think 'bout that money from Monday to Sunday I walk wit a limp 'cause my pockets too chubby I'm bagging these b*tches 'cause my name is buzzing We sliming him out with professional gun mans I like a b*tch that's gon' listen Prove to me that you love me, tat me on yo titty su*k it all up b*tch, don't stop 'til you finish Lil' hoe can't get nothing but some dick and some Shipleys I'm balling like Dennis, my youngins some menace Hop out the bed, I just know that I'm winning I'm on Rodeo with stars in the ceiling Rick Owens down, all black like a villain