Lyrics

(Y.Teezy's little brother asks him questions) (Freeverse) Came down, slow as shit, not abiding by the speed limit Niggas hatin', we grinning', if we stop, nigga we trippin' Get respect, southern wise, that be due to my southern ties I like my bitches like I like my chicken, both of em' gotta' be southern fried Thick thighs, chinky eyes I'm that nigga, why you look surprised? Probably cause I done came up, last year they ain't really wanna fuck with I Got support, got on the grind, now they bump my shit up in they alpines Cause I wasn't really who I was at the start Like I said it up in my past lines Wrtin' raps, a nigga getting' props And made that my favorite past time Not chasing chicks, but I'm chasing checks You fuck with that I'm after ya' neck Tell these women come correct Cause when I fuck with them, I caress And they lose it all when I attack the neck Make groupies wet, via text 1-800 call collect, that's the number to get off the dick And if you on the dick and if you on the tip Better ride it at, your own risk My flow had got so provocative This shit be my prerogative Barack this shit, straight president, better elect me bitch, when I lock this shit Money, power, respect, I lox this shit If the game was the usa Well like T-Dot, I'ma say I'm on top of this Oh you mad, cause you ain't hot Ya'll rappers are actresses, Erin Brokovich Take these hoes to the factory, betta' call me willy wonka bitch That's a lame line, that's a low blow Rose gold, rose gold Ya'll deffer than so so I'm in a college class, her head under the desk, so I'm getting low blowed Top suite, fuck a mo-mo, yall slow slow like a turtose Closed casket, nigga door closed, deliver me ass, digornos Yall don't get no playing time, yall the opposite of derrick rose All yall get is the flatline, no hang time, short corn rows Get on the beat and make real shit, I could turn the song into a porno And if rappers talkin' that slick shit, I could turn the beat into a funeral Ahh, yeah This shit too easy baby, welcome to my show I just got this shit syndicated Told her bounce and bring it back, ricochet it Hear my verse and get to sweatin' start to ventilating Do yo' thang, focus on me don't lose concentration Do yo' thang, focus on me don't lose concentration