Cold Modelo

Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Von Pea] You rocking with the bassline king Far from out of bounds You niggas panic when Serato down Swags for the has beens Duty free bag full of absynthe Bad since Kim didn't have tits I still got a crush on, fegardless of what the doc stuck on… Look, now I'm on 14th and B'way Bitties in effect Like air brushing, looking for the next But if I go balls deep She'll be camped out at my crib like occupy Wall Street Sucker mc's hear us and they exit They wanna build I am never interested I'm not an og yet, I'm a goalie yes Block yall punks from controlling next Kids say the darndest things But regardless Peazys gon get kinged You can be Prince, slave to a label I ball out bitch, Netflix and cable Everything data, never been beta Your aunt said I have nice end tables Hey now, never been an emulator I blackout then I become the generator Never get a favor if it's something you can learn The fuck I want something i ain't earn? Let's get going my dude [Chorus] That's how I move Broke in jeans, brand new shoes Cold Modelo, Brooklyn roof Beef on the grill, too cool to shoot She watching, she shopping My girl like that's no option (alarm sound) that car then hop in Come through we got ya we got ya [Verse 2 : Donwill] Minimal work builds invisible worth I'm in my temple berzerk, speak in digital spurts Lady luck got bucks, tryna divvy her purse From a verse i've rehearsed before they get me a verse Y'all some simpleton jerks, crackin difficult smirks I got ya chick in reverse, lifting her pencil thin skirt A bi-racial facial, bust a pimple it squirts Nah we really in salons get ya shit out the dirt Condition her first, and let 'em crimp out her curls She a friend of a friend, I'm a pimp with referrals Rather dig in my girl than a random ass fan Still word to ghost face but don't kick up ya plans A yo, a yo, my mellow my man Word to cracking cold cans in a wrapped tour van I'm tryna crack the code fam get ya boy to japan Konichiwa bitches, yen and koi fishes My zen come first instead of internet lurk I scroll past troll them niggas get on my nerves Before i finish a verse, I'm tryna triple my worth And not trip on my words, got heavy dick for a bird I'm tryna hit 'em with curve in both sense of the terms This ain't no sensitive shit the controversies confirmed All I can be i my self thank you for the concern You should be front row at the next concert [Chorus] That's how I move Broke in jeans, brand new shoes Cold Modelo, Brooklyn roof Beef on the grill, too cool to shoot She watching, she shopping My girl like that's no option (alarm sound) that car then hop in Come through we got ya we got ya