"LiLAC AT LENOX MALL FREESTYLE" lyrics
(Top Secret)
Yeah, far from depressed
I ain't gonna rest, throw some ice on my chest
Big ballers hitting all nets, it's the boysenberry boss
Lamborghini lilac at Lenox Mall
Why even shop? Shoes 'bout to drop
Album 'bout to drop, 488 button do the drop-top
When I fly to Oklahoma, feel like Eddie Sutton
When I'm fifty thousand feet in the sky, I can't compromise
Tires came from England, Tarzan piece, chain, chain swinging (Yeah)
Bleach all the sheets, I can't do the beige linen
I feel like King Tut, ten thousand thread count
Freestyle pharaoh, I done came down in a platinum Camaro
It's gon' ride chrome, tinted up in Rome
Flash one time when I'm two times home
Security cameras'll roam just in case I ain't home
I done came down talking on my flip phone
Press one button, but I still ain't got my IP
I done had to switch it to another third degree
In the fifth dimensh, riding on the bench, I can't do it
I done came down, flipped the Buick, it's a Pontiac
Might be a Bonneville, I'ma work the wheel
Sing a hook like Johnny Gill
I can switch it up, shoot the syrup in my cup, poured it up
I done came down in fashion truck
Gotta-gotta have passion, working with the fashion
I done came down, anything else is distraction
I'ma dip and dive, no more high fives
Putting gloves on, they selling out in the same night
I'm the same one to pour the syrup in my Sprite
I done came through, freestyle all night, all-white Sprite
Drops at midnight
I done dropped an album just to piece this chain medallion
Came through, it is a sapphire stallion
When it's gonna drop?
Came through, no, I'm not dropping all the top
Press a button, leave it cool
I done came down, balling since pre-school
Working with the crayons, could've named 'em from Crayola
I done came down, drop-top with the Motorola and my phone the same
I feel like Peter Pan, but I, I don't wear no tights
I was way in Smokeechobee smoking peace pipe
What?
Ah
Yeah
Pull up in a Wraith sitting on blades
Flooded out the base, we been getting paid
Think this shit a game? We gon' jump 'em like a checker
Don't ever disrespect me with a nonprofit lecture
Neon Narrator, I ain't gotta tell a story
When I'm out in Houston, bitch, I'm Robert Horry
I was in the field, you was at the party
You was with the krill, I was with the sharks
Geeking all night, yeah, but I done came down
Hopping off the flight with a brick of Bobby Brown
If a nigga beefing on the strip, we gon' flank him
Go on, put some syrup in them sodas, we gon' drank 'em
Took off in a Benz, pull up in a coupe
We gon' have to spin, put 'em out the loop
Thirty-inch rims with the candy paint
Cl-cl-clap my hands two times, made the fish faint
Clap my hands two times, made the fish faint
Clap my, clap my hands two times, two times
Clap my, clap my hands two times
Two, two, made the, two times
Fish, fish, made the fish faint
Two times, two times
Clap my, clap my hands two times
Two, two, made the, two times
Fish, times, made the fish faint
Yeah, far from depressed
I ain't gonna rest, throw some ice on my chest
Big ballers hitting all nets, it's the boysenberry boss
Lamborghini lilac at Lenox Mall
Why even shop? Shoes 'bout to drop
Album 'bout to drop, 488 button do the drop-top
When I fly to Oklahoma, feel like Eddie Sutton
When I'm fifty thousand feet in the sky, I can't compromise
Tires came from England, Tarzan piece, chain, chain swinging (Yeah)
Bleach all the sheets, I can't do the beige linen
I feel like King Tut, ten thousand thread count
Freestyle pharaoh, I done came down in a platinum Camaro
It's gon' ride chrome, tinted up in Rome
Flash one time when I'm two times home
Security cameras'll roam just in case I ain't home
I done came down talking on my flip phone
Press one button, but I still ain't got my IP
I done had to switch it to another third degree
In the fifth dimensh, riding on the bench, I can't do it
I done came down, flipped the Buick, it's a Pontiac
Might be a Bonneville, I'ma work the wheel
Sing a hook like Johnny Gill
I can switch it up, shoot the syrup in my cup, poured it up
I done came down in fashion truck
Gotta-gotta have passion, working with the fashion
I done came down, anything else is distraction
I'ma dip and dive, no more high fives
Putting gloves on, they selling out in the same night
I'm the same one to pour the syrup in my Sprite
I done came through, freestyle all night, all-white Sprite
Drops at midnight
I done dropped an album just to piece this chain medallion
Came through, it is a sapphire stallion
When it's gonna drop?
Came through, no, I'm not dropping all the top
Press a button, leave it cool
I done came down, balling since pre-school
Working with the crayons, could've named 'em from Crayola
I done came down, drop-top with the Motorola and my phone the same
I feel like Peter Pan, but I, I don't wear no tights
I was way in Smokeechobee smoking peace pipe
What?
Ah
Yeah
Pull up in a Wraith sitting on blades
Flooded out the base, we been getting paid
Think this shit a game? We gon' jump 'em like a checker
Don't ever disrespect me with a nonprofit lecture
Neon Narrator, I ain't gotta tell a story
When I'm out in Houston, bitch, I'm Robert Horry
I was in the field, you was at the party
You was with the krill, I was with the sharks
Geeking all night, yeah, but I done came down
Hopping off the flight with a brick of Bobby Brown
If a nigga beefing on the strip, we gon' flank him
Go on, put some syrup in them sodas, we gon' drank 'em
Took off in a Benz, pull up in a coupe
We gon' have to spin, put 'em out the loop
Thirty-inch rims with the candy paint
Cl-cl-clap my hands two times, made the fish faint
Clap my hands two times, made the fish faint
Clap my, clap my hands two times, two times
Clap my, clap my hands two times
Two, two, made the, two times
Fish, fish, made the fish faint
Two times, two times
Clap my, clap my hands two times
Two, two, made the, two times
Fish, times, made the fish faint
