[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] I don't need a pad, I don't need a glass This bottle for me 1300 cash Shout out to my dad I leave an extra tip I'm from the dog pound, she do an extra trick Its the president can I hit it from behind While I'm sippin' spades, While im tippin' blades I'm on a different wave Leo is the sign Coppin' new shit, I really never rhyme I'm just telling yall my lifestyle Consider you my lifeline Hoping I can make the call get some advice on the limelight Hoping you the Dom type I been looking for all my life Kiss me like its 4th grade but fuck me like its prom night I was the nigga back then bitch I'm still on top Album leaked a week early niggas still gon' cop Shit I might get a car that Shaquille don't got I don't ever fuck with soda I could never go pop
[Hook] My chick super bad, riding super fast Loaning stupid swag, cloning cupid mask Drop exclusive flows, rock it you suppose Cropping new designs, profit it in the stores
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies] Girl you stupid bad, I got super swag Ain't seen you in a minute you need to run it back When you run it back that's when I attack I saw you at the party I was posted in the back Let me see you move that body, Like you don't know how to act DJ play my song this shit super packed I done threw them racks, she a [?] trying to get that paper She need a real nigga in her life she ain't trying to fuck with them haters I was that nigga back then and I'm still on top Drop my first shit on my own so I'm never gon' flop She always told me boy I know we gon' pop Now I'm seeing hella faces I came straight from the block Ah man its been a good year I'm seeing faces that I probably won't see for another year I pray to god I'm grinding hard album coming next year Me and her busy right now, we'll probably be in another year