squeaky squawk
Folie / Aaron Cartier
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New coupe
Bahrain foreign
Jump in floor it
Early morning orange
I'm all for it
Lotta horses
Running like i'm forrest
Beat down the block
No you can't ignore it
Running it up
Tip of the top
Gimme the phone
Gimme the phone
I call the shots
Blowing them o's
Didn't you know
I got a lot
Been on my grind
Taking my spot
Like it or not
Like it or not
Taking my time
Killin the rhyme
I'm on my lane
Not on my mind
They all the same
I'm on my own
Oh they so lame
Oh they so low
I'm on the up
Making it known
Running the game
They didn't know
Oh they so lame
Oh they so low
They cannot hang
Not with the bros
Chandelier in the living room It drip from the roof
(Drip from the root)
Spitting all this game damn near chipped off my tooth
(Chipped off my tooth)
Ride like i'm james bond
Slide off in the coupe
No they just don't know how i do what i do
(Do what i do)
I got style i got fashion
Pedal to the metal ima hit em with the action
Picking it up i'm gaining traction
They hate to see me shining i call that a chain reaction
Pulling em strings feel like a cello
Bounce on the beat something like jello
I'm in my grind
I'm on my feet
I'm on the run
I'm in the lead
Figure of eight
Barnum & bailey
Ring a ling a ling a ling
School heel a ring
Man a toppa tings
Like monopoly
I got property
Living like a king
I'm on my way get out my way
Applying pressure in the paint
Making moves in and out of state
Doing 88 in a 38
You said your clique murdering
I never really heard of them
While gang like liu kang we kick fame we serving it
They can't come close to me no simile no synonyms
Heat it up like cinnamon
Big bread like bennigans
Folie on the tape deck
They'll break necks with the beat pack
Break fast flipping hot cakes
Tryna bite me i can see that
In my lane no break pads i'm speeding
I been lost my mind don't you give me a reason