Above Average

Lyrics

[Intro] Aw yeah, TYMadeIt [Chorus: Valee] New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks) I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (And it's matte) Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two G's (Ran me two G's) My bitch an actress, her bag got two C's (Bag got two C's) My bitch above average like a B-minus I got a slut that I slide on in the projects I changed my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin') Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin') Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it) Got rips in my Balmain, they missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' some threads) Pull up in the vert, that bitch missin' a head I'm pickin' up racks and it's for an appearance I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa [Verse 1: G Herbo] Fuck 'round with Valee made me wanna go cop that Yves Saint Laurent (Uh) Two hundred bucks I at least make a month (Uh) Fig get to rollin', let me face the blunt (Exotic) Your ho always roll up, she know I don't want her, I play her, controller Just had a lil' soldier, 2K for the stroller (Yeah) Flow sick like Ebola and keep some bandola Strapped up like Magnolia, this bitch always loaded Every time I go to the bank, make withdrawals Shit be takin' all day, you'd think somebody froze it Way 'fore I ran up that bank, froze my neck I was wild in the hood, seein' straps, let me hold it Coke and whatever was sellin', we sold it (Yeah, I sold that) Watch what we say, so we found out who told it Before I got mama a house, bought a Rolex I was eighteen with that sack, I ain't know shit [Chorus: Valee] New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks) I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (And it's matte) Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two G's (Ran me two G's) My bitch an actress, her bag got two C's (Bag got two C's) My bitch above average like a B-minus I got a slut that I slide on in the projects I changed my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin') Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin') Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it) Got rips in my Balmain, they missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' some threads) Pull up in the vert, that bitch missin' a head I'm pickin' up racks and it's for an appearance I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa [Verse 2: G Herbo & Valee] Put on that drip in these Balenci' sneakers Paint up your t-shirt, no Mona Lisa I had on VLONE, now I'm rockin' a beater Stick got Supersport, it's far from a beater Told her to throw it, she gon' throw it, I call her Jeter My car got no plates, I still pick up a eater I pour codeine in the Faygo two-liter Exhaust on that bitch super hot, ooh, fever (Woo) Necklace gon' chill that bitch out like a Fiji My bitch gettin' excited, I bought her some flats I fuck from the side, not that much from the back I quit the codeine, I went out off the Act' (Act') Meek came home, told me get fuck out the 'Raq I'm askin' G Herbo like, "Nigga, where at?" I know he ain't cappin', the signs say "No hat" [Chorus: Valee] New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks) I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (And it's matte) Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two G's (Ran me two G's) My bitch an actress, her bag got two C's (Bag got two C's) My bitch above average like a B-minus I got a slut that I slide on in the projects I changed my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Two bitches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin') Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin') Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it) Got rips in my Balmain, they missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' some threads) Pull up in the vert, that bitch missin' a head I'm pickin' up racks and it's for an appearance I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa