[Intro]

Let's do it

[Verse]

Uh, Folarin not havin' it

Cover this track like a motherfuckin' laminate

Yeah, real niggas in my cabinet

You the type of nigga make a stripper turn celibate

Let's celebrate, levitate with the loud

Never wait when we out

Fuck a line, get in now

What they bitchin' 'bout?

What they goin' for?

Polo head to toe, no Zone 4

Kick game Henry, bitch, bonjour

Wintertime, Moncler, summertime, different shore

This a different motor, man, better go to work

Rappers try and trade places like I'm Mortimer

It's no days off, although I'm bored at work

But daddy gotta order somethin' dealers can't afford

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Bentley ain't mine, but I let bitches recline in 'em

Tell 'em they mind quick, then I'll give 'em like five minutes

Tell 'em we'll never be, but they settle for side bitches

DC got wild niggas

Them .45 niggas

Some runnin' with two K's though, we some live niggas

Don't get besides yourself, thinkin' I'm with the loafin'

I just came back from Howard, I made a gift for the locals

Then hit 'em, flee 'em, delete 'em

Hug 'em, love 'em, and leave 'em

If you call me a genius, nobody would disagree it

I'm spotted on different beaches, Cohiba, smoking reefer

I hope you hit me by 3, I'm incoherent in the evening

What's up, sugar? I'm diggin' ya, oh, you ain't feelin' youngin?

That's even better, I'm not that into submissive women

I'd like to tell you I'm the type to get you all women

I put that battery in backs, ho, small wonder

It's been a long summer and I've been on my grind

We killin' shows out in London like I'm on my grind

I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

But I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Quote unquote backpack, still bring them bitches out

I bet you Burcham, you fried chicken niggas, Church 'em

Or Popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Stop lyin', y'all pretenders, y'all ain't really workin'

Your wins lower than Laura, though you niggas Urkel

Kinfolk, I've been dope since Super Soakers

No matter who gon' show up, I make 'em move over

All that talk about who better than Folarin

Go and get that bread and they'll be penniless tomorrow

Livin' out of a homeless shit

Broke and no one notices

Get a whip, you lease her like you Marjorie and Homer kid

Ride the beat and own the bitch

Modify your quota, bitch

PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo, bitch

North Potomac love me like a motherfuckin' Jonases

That's why we always go in them, but we don't gotta go with 'em