"Throw Up Neon" lyrics

"Throw Up Neon"

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Lately I feel like a Menace, my palm keep on itchin'
I walk in this bitch, get to spinnin', no kiddin'
My money talk stupid, it's ignint
Niggas gon' lose, better play your position
Makin' shit move when I walk through the entrance
My neck full of stars, I could pay you a visit
DC The One, I'm not only The Don, I'm a God in this bitch, on a whole different mission
Scrape out the wheels in a Nissan, pour up a eight and go straight up to Elon (Pour that shit up)
Rooftop, I'm off a three line, Margiela Sneakers, I'm throwin' up neon (Pour that shit up)
Pass me a wood, we could smoke one
Me and my bitch, ain't no tellin' what we on (Woo)
This a Chrome Heart shirt, let her sleep on it (Woo)
Got some TLC shit, we can creep on it

Look at the shit how it had to be, woke up and caught me a casualty
Came out the mud, I got blood on my jeans
Turn all that pain to a Burberry tee
Sometimes, I feel like it's chase to me
Big body, who wanna race with me?
They wasn't listenin', now they agree
I feel like the devil respondin' to me
Pass me the wood, I could roll up with ease (Woo)
When I'm off that addy, I turn to a beast
I switched up my flow, now they say I'm the one (Woo)
Switched up my bitch, now she flyer than me
Spazzin', she get a bag for free (Yeah)
Taxin' shawty got ass for weeks (Yeah)
I fuck her, then took her to fashion week
Then walk in the stu', make a masterpiece (Woo)
She wanna ride with a stunter today, I'm feelin' good made a hunnid today
Sent thirty racks to my Momma today, she wanna see how much more I can make
Left out in Gucci, I roll with the snakes
That bitch Owen up, but I'm still rockin' Bape
Niggas be trollin' don't fall for the bait, if I jump out my body, I'm catchin' a case

Roll up 3.5, told her, "Keep it comin'" (Roll that shit up)
I'm like, "What you need? We ball like Andre Drummond"
We got Jewish money, I can't fit these Louis sneaks for nothin' (Roll that shit up)
They like, "Who is he?" Walk inside this bitch, get it jumpin' (Yeah)

Lately I feel like a Menace, my palm keep on itchin'
I walk in this bitch, get to spinnin', no kiddin'
My money talk stupid, it's ignint
Niggas gon' lose, better play your position
Makin' shit move when I walk through the entrance
My neck full of stars, I could pay you a visit
DC The One, I'm not only The Don, I'm a God in this bitch, on a whole different mission
Scrape out the wheels in a Nissan, pour up a eight and go straight up to Elon (Pour that shit up)
Rooftop, I'm off a three line, Margiela Sneakers, I'm throwin' up neon (Pour that shit up)
Pass me a wood, we could smoke one
Me and my bitch, ain't no tellin' what we on (Woo)
This a Chrome Heart shirt, let her sleep on it (Woo)
Got some TLC shit, we can creep on it