Special E

Can we have a check please? Ayy, woke up to some money and some neck And bed Stuntin' all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch colder than a weather Head How you fumble me? Ho, you Special Ed Hit his top again, He might be actin' dead Now that goofy walkin' Out in Heaven like he Jackin' It I got Forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch Lookin' single, better grab her hand Corny-ass boy, I know your bitch tired of fakin' All the hoes I used to wanna hit, now They basic Lambo', new model, woo that tire banks In Up and shake this shit up like a Spray can Detectives keep lookin' for my prints like I wear grey pants We keep spinnin' on they Ass, but I don't break dance Yeah, wish a Nigga would like Taye Diggs Old bitch wanna talk It out, what about? Bitch keep beggin' me to Leave it in, what your mouth? Stop hittin' it from the front like a nurse, Let her out, nigga Five, six, seven, four, but I ain't tuckin' out Sloppy-ass neck, couldn't help But clutch her scalp Pulled up on Ari with My hands out like, "What's the count?" I got red bottoms on like Krusty Clown Pornstar Pull up with a hundred rounds, nigga Woke up To some money and some neck and bed Stuntin' All in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch Colder than weather head How you fumble me? Ho, you Special Ed Hit his top again, He might be actin' dead Now that goofy walkin' Out in Heaven like he Jackin' It I got Forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch Lookin' single, better grab her hand Pull up to The trap, finna bag some grams Pull up to The club, finna throw some bands Bitch, you ain't My ho, tryna grab my hand We'll air this Bitch out, better grab your mans Do my own Stunts like I'm Jet Li Put three bad bitches On one jet ski All the hoes want a Cup but can't arrest me If sellin' drugs was A sport, I won a ESPY, ayy Kid was poppin' Forever tied in, We so locked in We goin' platinum in the Streets, top ten Yellow gold or white gold, I got options Diamonds in my teeth, Match Cartiers Fuck a nine-to-five, I got the smarter way When I shop at Louis, they pop Chardonnay What I spent at Louis, Nigga could've bought a car today Woke up to Some money and some neck and bed Stuntin' all In traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch colder Than a weather head How you fumble me? Ho, you Special Ed Hit his top again, He might be actin' dead Now that goofy walkin' Out in Heaven like he Jackin' It I got Forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch Lookin' single, better grab her hand