"Choose Wisely" lyrics
Uh!
Toast to ya favorite fly guy
Keyed in the cayman high rise
Crab fillets and monties
You on ya way to Popeyes
I hit the ave and drop rise
Her eyes as big as stop signs
You think your pressure? Not I
Ya BBL's are lop-side
The demon got a detector, know even where the cops hide
Your streaming eras top five
See me in hell I'm outside
Want me Chanel and knot tied
We in them jet off fly rides
You on that jealous iPod
You givin' tell a cop vibes
Branded a culture real young, took the heart in me when the beat drop
Troopin' it to the weed spot, R.I.P. PNB Rock
You postin' like you live it up from ya Airbnb spot
Out here everything's fair, ain't no such thing as a cheap shot
You been waitin' for years, I guess CC3 is my Detox
Comin' outta the same neighborhood that you seen police pop
Ain't no limit for age here, youngins don't use the decop
They want a quick high well here's the re-rock
Uh!
We been the hottest news, it ain't hard to choose
We don't follow rules and it's no love for the rival crews (Rival crews)
You runnin' outta moves, someone's gotta lose
Ain't no room to snooze and we cruise with a lot of tools (Lot of tools)
We all made a decision to be great
Be careful what you ask for it comes with a lot of hate
I'm down to do the work no matter how much time it takes
Nothin' you been talkin' gon' affect the dollar rate (Dollar rate)
Uh!
You movin out the guide lines
Over ya head wit' pom poms
I've seen this movie five times
You workin' shit beside mine
I'm out this era time wise
You steppin' on a live mine
I'm a trip to rise long
Closet of number nine bond
You never get the bar votes
And when you fly, your parts coach
We mingle where the stars host
And pullin' off in car boats
Fat lady singin' hard notes
The haters always scar most
You ain't allowed in my perimeter, a seven stars close
I'm outta Queens, big dreams and dollar schemes
Flip screens and models cling
Six rings like Scottie's team
It's hard for me to skip months, niggas expect me Halloween
I'm old fashion keep me outta the messy columns please
Wonder where I been, gotta listen to COTI one
Got use to these frozy arms, salute to Rich Homie Quan
I came outta darkness, therefore these lights don't control me none
There ain't no real money behind these fake pages, it's only bums
Uh!
We been the hottest news, it ain't hard to choose
We don't follow rules and it's no love for the rival crews (Rival crews)
You runnin' outta moves, someone's gotta lose
Ain't no room to snooze and we cruise with a lot of tools (Lot of tools)
We all made a decision to be great
Be careful what you ask for it comes with a lot of hate
I'm down to do the work no matter how much time it takes
Nothin' you been talkin' gon' affect the dollar rate (Dollar rate)
Toast to ya favorite fly guy
Keyed in the cayman high rise
Crab fillets and monties
You on ya way to Popeyes
I hit the ave and drop rise
Her eyes as big as stop signs
You think your pressure? Not I
Ya BBL's are lop-side
The demon got a detector, know even where the cops hide
Your streaming eras top five
See me in hell I'm outside
Want me Chanel and knot tied
We in them jet off fly rides
You on that jealous iPod
You givin' tell a cop vibes
Branded a culture real young, took the heart in me when the beat drop
Troopin' it to the weed spot, R.I.P. PNB Rock
You postin' like you live it up from ya Airbnb spot
Out here everything's fair, ain't no such thing as a cheap shot
You been waitin' for years, I guess CC3 is my Detox
Comin' outta the same neighborhood that you seen police pop
Ain't no limit for age here, youngins don't use the decop
They want a quick high well here's the re-rock
Uh!
We been the hottest news, it ain't hard to choose
We don't follow rules and it's no love for the rival crews (Rival crews)
You runnin' outta moves, someone's gotta lose
Ain't no room to snooze and we cruise with a lot of tools (Lot of tools)
We all made a decision to be great
Be careful what you ask for it comes with a lot of hate
I'm down to do the work no matter how much time it takes
Nothin' you been talkin' gon' affect the dollar rate (Dollar rate)
Uh!
You movin out the guide lines
Over ya head wit' pom poms
I've seen this movie five times
You workin' shit beside mine
I'm out this era time wise
You steppin' on a live mine
I'm a trip to rise long
Closet of number nine bond
You never get the bar votes
And when you fly, your parts coach
We mingle where the stars host
And pullin' off in car boats
Fat lady singin' hard notes
The haters always scar most
You ain't allowed in my perimeter, a seven stars close
I'm outta Queens, big dreams and dollar schemes
Flip screens and models cling
Six rings like Scottie's team
It's hard for me to skip months, niggas expect me Halloween
I'm old fashion keep me outta the messy columns please
Wonder where I been, gotta listen to COTI one
Got use to these frozy arms, salute to Rich Homie Quan
I came outta darkness, therefore these lights don't control me none
There ain't no real money behind these fake pages, it's only bums
Uh!
We been the hottest news, it ain't hard to choose
We don't follow rules and it's no love for the rival crews (Rival crews)
You runnin' outta moves, someone's gotta lose
Ain't no room to snooze and we cruise with a lot of tools (Lot of tools)
We all made a decision to be great
Be careful what you ask for it comes with a lot of hate
I'm down to do the work no matter how much time it takes
Nothin' you been talkin' gon' affect the dollar rate (Dollar rate)
