"Awesome" lyrics
Yeah, awesome
Awesome, drowsy
Pulled up in the coupe
Saw the cops, then I lost them, aye (Then I lost the cops)
You know I had to triple cross them (Aye, triple cross the cops)
Bitch I'm bossy, look at me I'm flossin' (Boss a lot)
Step up in my office
Sign up for yo' conference ([?])
Ring steady talking
We gon' pull up sparkin' (Pow, pow pow)
You parched? Aye
Hit the gas, it sound like the car farted
I might be in Miami in a 'rari (Aye)
I changed up my email, bitch, don't call me (Bitch)
She like "Chief So', I love you just don't dump me" (What?)
Bitch the only thing I love is going to Barney's
Having all of these pipes like I'm a plumber (Duh duh duh)
I already know little folks came out to swung it (Pow pow, pow pow)
Take my shoes off I told her rub my bunions (Bitch)
She hypnotized with my neck, down to my arms (Bling, bling)
Watch where you go, you better make the right turns (Yeah, aye)
She wanna three-way, bitch long as y'all take turns (Ya dig?)
Zoomin' in a fast car like a racer (Aye)
Finna go and get in Diana like a pacer (Bitch, yeah)
It's six some got the motor running (Motor running)
The Moncler on, like it's cold or sum' (Like it's cold or sum)
Sipping turtle juice like I'm slow or sum' (Slow or sum')
Bitch jump in my crib, told them mop the floor or sum' (Bitch)
I got choppa shell, in a hand gun (Duh duh duh)
Hit up three niggas, call that and-1 (And-1)
Smoking that Citgo, smoking that marathon (Marathon)
And this shit's too strong, feel like a barbarian (Barbarian)
In matrix, Shawn Marion
I was runnin' bands while hoes was wearing Dereon (Bitch, bitch)
Niggas wanna dare me, huh
I be needing someone to up my .30 on (Nigga to up my .30 on)
Bad bitch, you used to be dirty, huh? (Bitch, you used to be dirty huh?)
Back on the block there, ain't no bitch can curve me (Huh?)
(Pew, pew, pew, pew)
You guessed it, dope, blunts for breakfast, yeah
Ready for your block, I'm Tetris, yeah
I got a Designer fetish, yeah
I'm runnin' up the lettuce
On my burger I don't want no lettuce, yeah
Oh, you mad, you that pissed? (Yeah)
That's how I be when hoes be catfish, yeah
Baby this a Gucci polo
These bitches like my mojo
Bitch I'm bad like Mojojojo, yeah
Shawty say she snort coke
Okay little baby, go go, yeah
You do too much girl, oh no, yeah
You think you smokin', but you smoke dro
I get cheese like okie-doke
Aye, yuh
Awesome, drowsy
Pulled up in the coupe
Saw the cops, then I lost them, aye (Then I lost the cops)
You know I had to triple cross them (Aye, triple cross the cops)
Bitch I'm bossy, look at me I'm flossin' (Boss a lot)
Step up in my office
Sign up for yo' conference ([?])
Ring steady talking
We gon' pull up sparkin' (Pow, pow pow)
You parched? Aye
Hit the gas, it sound like the car farted
I might be in Miami in a 'rari (Aye)
I changed up my email, bitch, don't call me (Bitch)
She like "Chief So', I love you just don't dump me" (What?)
Bitch the only thing I love is going to Barney's
Having all of these pipes like I'm a plumber (Duh duh duh)
I already know little folks came out to swung it (Pow pow, pow pow)
Take my shoes off I told her rub my bunions (Bitch)
She hypnotized with my neck, down to my arms (Bling, bling)
Watch where you go, you better make the right turns (Yeah, aye)
She wanna three-way, bitch long as y'all take turns (Ya dig?)
Zoomin' in a fast car like a racer (Aye)
Finna go and get in Diana like a pacer (Bitch, yeah)
It's six some got the motor running (Motor running)
The Moncler on, like it's cold or sum' (Like it's cold or sum)
Sipping turtle juice like I'm slow or sum' (Slow or sum')
Bitch jump in my crib, told them mop the floor or sum' (Bitch)
I got choppa shell, in a hand gun (Duh duh duh)
Hit up three niggas, call that and-1 (And-1)
Smoking that Citgo, smoking that marathon (Marathon)
And this shit's too strong, feel like a barbarian (Barbarian)
In matrix, Shawn Marion
I was runnin' bands while hoes was wearing Dereon (Bitch, bitch)
Niggas wanna dare me, huh
I be needing someone to up my .30 on (Nigga to up my .30 on)
Bad bitch, you used to be dirty, huh? (Bitch, you used to be dirty huh?)
Back on the block there, ain't no bitch can curve me (Huh?)
(Pew, pew, pew, pew)
You guessed it, dope, blunts for breakfast, yeah
Ready for your block, I'm Tetris, yeah
I got a Designer fetish, yeah
I'm runnin' up the lettuce
On my burger I don't want no lettuce, yeah
Oh, you mad, you that pissed? (Yeah)
That's how I be when hoes be catfish, yeah
Baby this a Gucci polo
These bitches like my mojo
Bitch I'm bad like Mojojojo, yeah
Shawty say she snort coke
Okay little baby, go go, yeah
You do too much girl, oh no, yeah
You think you smokin', but you smoke dro
I get cheese like okie-doke
Aye, yuh
Writer(s): Keith Cozart
