"Sept 28th" lyrics

Turn me up
Might wanna turn that up
Eastside for good luck

Candy canes, peppermint swirls in the rain
That girl outside the game, hustlin' without a main
Renegade, she gettin paid
She got wrapped up in my ways that made her change hers
She know it make sense, to help me take over the world
I'm not a selfish leader, I see the good in people
You need me like I need you, them other fools beneath you
Don't sully your image, by fuckin' with niggas
Sucka definition, description fit em'
The prescription was written, in scribble scratch
Garage like a skittle pack, bruh what color Bentley is that
Aw man
She was a devil in a red Vette, Crafted by God's hands
Posin' like a trophy, golden Grammy on my nightstand
As she rolled me, I checked my Rollie
Showered up, I'm in my Rolls, I'm jammin' the homie Boldy
My dawg be droppin' cuts
I don't ride to myself, but I make some nice stuff
I listen to my friends, or I jam some oldies
You'd know that if you really know me
The way you think you know me
I roll slowly, but I'm up fo' surely
They can't do nothin' with me, Fools ain't got nothin' fo' me
Red sauce and Rigatoni, White wine let us write until the mornin'
She callin' cuz she want me
Test her patience, have her waitin' for me
Tried to split, but she can't get off me
Mornin' coffee strong, long nights, under the stars talkin
King of New York, I'm like Christopher Walken
But I'm from New Orleans

Eastside, outside, all in
They think they like I
Quite appallin'