Taylor Bennett Outro

That’s just all we do

Drink and turn up til the morning

Drink and turn up til the morning

That’s just all we do

Was to my knowledge, doing this before college

This is all we do, that’s all we do

That’s all we do, that’s all we do

All we do, is drink and turn up til neighbors open curtains

Call police just to alert ’em

Cause homie all we do

Is stay up late nights just searching for entertainment

Or something to make us famous

That’s really all we do

Was to our knowledge

Been doing this before college

I swear this really embellishing me

All we do, is drink and turn up til neighbors open curtains

Call police just to alert ’em

And south side niggas gon juke

West side niggas gon bop

South side niggas gon work

West side niggas gon bop, bop, bop, bop

West side niggas gon juke

West side niggas gon bop

South side niggas gon work

West side niggas gon bop, bop, bop, bop

All we do is work, all we do is juke

Chi don’t dance no more, shout out BBU

They been preachin’ truth, ay

I’m back and improved, this my season two

All y’all other niggas fly, y’all some pilots too

I might silence you

(South side niggas gon work)

(South side niggas gon juke)

(South side niggas gon work)

(South side niggas gon juke)

Even if the setting’s wrong, you know I’mma set it off, ay

And I got a new flow too bro

Lambo, two door, number uno, pockets sumo

My shit? Bueno

Chi-Town lingo what do you know

Rudies, fufu, stain’s what you are

Might take your chain where I’m from

79th Vincennes, where I’m from

All my homies yelling “gang” where I’m from

K-town, like Lord where the ac’ at?

North side like you, where the pack at?

What’s the word, like I can’t see the hashtag

Chi-Town going crazy on the map now

Ayy, and I’m running, shot and foul, putting racks up

No subs, don’t need no back up

My squad like Jordan, Pippen, Rodman and Batman was back up

And Superman can alley-oop then three the fucking trashcan

Or D. Rose, Obama, Kanye, and Chance the Rapper

Formed an all-star team called Chicago Pastors

And all of them literally quit and just started rapping

All we do, is drink and turn up till neighbors open curtains

Call police just to alert ’em

Cause homie all we do

Is stay up late nights just searching for entertainment

Or something to make us famous

That’s really all we do

Was to our knowledge

Been doing this before college

I swear this really embellishing me

All we do, is drink and turn up till neighbors open curtains

Call police just to alert ’em

Okay south side niggas gon juke

West side niggas gon bop

South side niggas gon work

West side niggas gon bop, bop, bop, bop

West side niggas gon juke

West side niggas gon bop

South side niggas gon work

West side niggas gon bop, bop, bop, bop

Chi don’t dance no more, all we do is shoot

Check the evening news

We just lost a few, I think it’s the flu

Ayy, and it’s contagious too

The anger’s caged in you

Got all that rage, no pocket change

Gain more temptation too

And I can relate to you, ayy

This your favorite song, play it when the ambulance takes too long

Play it when your friends don’t make it home

Play it when you’re stressed, Chi-Town’s your home, aye

This your favorite song, hear this song we dance along

Even if the setting’s wrong, you know we gon set it off

(Bop! Bop!)

All we do, is drink and turn up till neighbors open curtains

Call police just to alert ’em

Cause homie all we do

(Bop! Bop! Bop!)

Is stay up late nights just searching for entertainment

Or something to make us famous

That’s really all we do

(Bop! Bop! Bop!)

Was to our knowledge

Been doing this before college

I swear this really embellishing me

All we do, is drink and turn up till neighbors open curtains

(Bop! Bop! Bop!)

Call police just to alert ’em

Taylor Bennett Roof Gone

Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, roof gone, roof gone

Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, roof gone, roof gone

She star gazing from afar

I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song

No more fucking in the car

We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR

Call your boy when you needed some CPR

Whole day hotboxing inside your car

Just to wake up and see you gazing at stars

Roof gone, roof gone, roof gone

She star gazing from afar

I can tell that she got her a new song

No more fucking in the car

We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR

Cough, pour, repeat till we lost him, no CPR

Whole day hotboxing inside my car

Just to wake up and see you gazing at stars

Just to wake up in the morning with the roof gone

I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song

We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR

Call your boy when you needed some CPR

Whole day hotboxing inside my car

Just to wake up and see you gazing at stars

Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, troops home

Pussy was so lukewarm, have a nigga too sore

2am, make a nigga do some

You ain’t have to do none

Take me to the crib like a newborn

My new son, baby shine brighter than a limelight

My type, what would you do?

What would you do for a Klondike?

A sweet bite

Baby, I’m tripping like we don’t got time to move feet right

Two rights, make it a wrong like a wrong and a right could do some

We fight, like it was love in the city but we call them street fights

Sweet sights

Loving for you was a love and a loss in the meantime

Meantime

We take a ride to the park in the dark in the steam ride

Heat rise, she got a song on her phone from a new guy

Ooh, I

Knew I

Shouldn’t get high

(Too high)

Wake up in the morning with the roof gone, roof gone, roof gone

I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song

No more fucking in the car

We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR

Call your boy when you need you some CPR

Whole day hotboxing inside your car

Just to wake up to see you gazing at stars

Just to wake up in the morning with the roof gone

I heard that he wrote your ass a new song, new song, new song

We used to roll cassette tapes, hotbox like a VCR

Call your boy when you needed some CPR

Whole day hotboxing inside my car

Just to wake up to see you gazing at stars

I heard you got a new, new

I heard you got a new song

With the roof, it’s the roof, when the roof’s gone

When you’re too, too

When you’re too high

Too, when you’re too, when you’re too high

Too, when you’re too high

Taylor Bennett Nobody Tell A Name

[Raury:]

Yeah, uh

You don’t need to wonder if I blow

There’s alot of it

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo

Technicolor platinum silver golds on my front some shit

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo

East Atlanta, South Chicago flows

Yeah we run this shit

Don’t you even front bout it, don’t you even front bout it

Throw the peace sign, this is nothing, I be high

As two-pilot propeller planes

Got hella flame for the fuckboys that sell they fame

The pigs come round’, nobody tell a name

Nobody tell a name, nobody tell a name

The pigs come round’, nobody tell a name

[Taylor Bennett:]

My bitch bought me a Gucci shirt

I’m turnt up like Lil Uzi Vert

Fuck with me you might get murked

My clique draped in all type of flow

For my lil’ bro moves all types of work

My gang out here, my gang out there

I’m with them hoods that you can’t go

Atlanta like my second home

My side bitch if we technical

[Raury:]

No nigga this fresh you know

Dressed like a professional, turquoise on my necklace though

You be on that western coast

Always on the dash you know, sorry I ain’t checking though

I’m just out in Texas though, meet and text and sex these hoes

I’m not even flexing though

It’s just my confessional, it’s just my confessional

[Taylor Bennett:]

How a nigga move so professional

With an extra hoe?

I’mma let you know

Getting money like I never seen a check before

Getting blessed like I’ve never ever stressed no more

Putting bitches on, never getting dressed no more

I don’t even send a text with address no more

She just pull up at the door, I finessed that hoe

Like oowah

Young nigga savage

Posted on your backstreet

With a thick chick

She looking like an athlete

In the ave-y

Saying thick ass Ashley

I’mma pass her that

Stick like track meet

My boys don’t sing

But they BackStreet

[Raury:]

Yeah, uh

You don’t need to wonder if I blow

There’s alot of it

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo

Technicolor platinum silver goals on my front some shit

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo

East Atlanta, South Chicago flows

Yeah we run this shit

Don’t you even front bout it, don’t you even front bout it

Taylor Bennett Smile

[Taylor Bennett:]

I smile cause I had somewhere to sleep this morning

I smile cause I had something to eat this morning

I smile cause I got to sleep in this morning

I smile cause I even got to see this morning

I smile when my shoes got jacked yesterday

Cause I still had socks and I still got brains

I smile when pretty chicks ain’t give me a wave

Because they don’t know who I am or who I’m gonna be

I smile when I get targeted name calling yeah

All of that recalling shit like you are the man

Skip the lame shit like I’m on demand

I am the man

Tell his ass smile fam if he ain’t want no problems

Then alright b, holla then

Money Mitch with a mind like Rico

Still somehow claim me for the people

Still smile when I see them in the street though

[Logan Parks:]

Smile

Smile

Smile

[Taylor Bennett:]

I smile when I pulled out that drive way

Cause it felt like the breeze was a new summer day

I smile when that pretty girl gave me a wave

Cause she could look at my ice and tell that I move weight

Till I got a call ’bout an argument that had started last night

When I was hitting home girl on the ottoman

Said, “Your homeboy turnt up in the party, fam

Shots got let off and he ain’t leave in no ambulance.”

God damn, there it is the front page terrorist

Embarrassing our heritage

Thick to a regimen

Searching for respected parties

Trying to be a legend living

I’m just trying to stack this money

Buy a house and raise a kid

I ain’t got no time for that

All I got is confidence I know I got confidence

But I don’t know ’bout common sense

And this the kind of world I’m gon raise my son or daughter in

I got a call “Your son is born. You’re officially a father, kid.”

[Logan Parks:]

Smile

Smile

Smile

[Taylor Bennett:]

I smile when I woke up out my sleep this morning

Cause the last thought I had was who had creeped this morning

Now the last thought I had was who to beep this morning

Who to greet this morning

Who to serve heat this morning

I guess life is a’ight, light and complete this morning

I guess I could survive [?] rearrange my story

I guess time easily flies by when you count down orders

In a trap house working, cause you trapped on purpose

As if your back don’t hurt

Moving this weight for the groceries

Grossing less than you supposed to be

Cause you supposed to be Hercules

How you feeding a family?

You movin’ blocks for the older G’s

You ain’t touching the quarter ki’s

Cheap jackets and jewelry

You too loud, you ain’t fooling me

I can tell you ain’t cool with me

But you still wanna cool with me

I’m too old for this foolery

Out the game ‘fore it ruins me

Now smile back if you’re feelin’ me

Taylor Bennett Only Brother

[D.R.A.M.:]

You are very special

You’re special too

[Taylor Bennett:]

Black boys south side of the map

Nappy headed, sharing rooms in the back

Back then when Michael still wasn’t black

But we loved him anyway ’cause Hammer was wack

In Gary, Indiana ain’t far from the manor

One use baking soda, other Arm & Hammer

Both had broken doors, both had broken families

I look at Michael and look at Chano

No samples, examples of all of that

Kirk Franklin, Gucci, and all the trap

When Barney and white tees were starter packs

Big bro would still moonwalk in all of that

Not looking for fame or an autograph

Or a co-sign or record deal, baller pass

And you could put that through the polygraph

Chains, rings, bling, never meant a thing to the king

Now how crazy is that?

Young bro, he can rap too, he can trap too, I was flippin’ a pack

Till Chano told me you can do this and rap

[D.R.A.M. & Elle Varner:]

You are very special

You’re special too

Everyone is special

This I know is true

When I look at you

[Taylor Bennett:]

Daddy got a job at the White House

He still in the hood with the pipes out

Chano didn’t get home till it’s light out

Probably on an ave with the bikes out

I’m runnin’ through this paper like whiteout

Tryna count it up fore’ it’s lights out

Tryna get the Nikes ‘fore it’s nice out

Tryna get the peli with the white feel

Used to make bands off of night shows

Way before bands and Tonight Shows

We was on cameras and iPhones

How could we rival? We Cain and Abel, the Bible

You cannot take away vital, this is survival

I’m from south side of Chicago

We call our brothers our fathers

My homies hustlers and robbers

Most of ’em booked or got shot up

Growin’ up they had it hardest

And I was trippin’, Chano got me back into the vision

Told me, “Listen, you gon’ have to make decisions

Everyone you make is gon’ make a difference

What’s your vision? How you livin’ when you fifty?

Six feet under or sixty up like Diddy?

Biggest in the world or biggest in the city?

You can be the boss if you makin’ commission

And runnin’ my business like a politician

And still keep it real if there’s no pot to piss in

And love what you do, if you don’t, you’ll regret it

And never give up if you want to go get it”

[D.R.A.M. & Elle Varner:]

You are very special

You’re special too

Everyone is special

This I know is true

When I look at you

[Taylor Bennett:]

Chano got a tour with Gambino

I’m still in the hood, King Gyros

Hangin’ with the G’s like D Rose

Look at life like an ant through a peephole

Tryna make it big, fuck a free show

Want a sold out crowd, no weak hoes

Bad bitches on my dino

That’s the life back then, we didn’t even know

From the low, to the dro, to the c-notes

To worship Porsches and casinos

To dreamin’ in class, fuck a diploma

I was sellin’ out shows in my teen moments

Look, I been staking out for days

I think Chano Moses with the waves

I think that Yeezus might’ve rose again

I can hear Victor howlin’ in the wind

Is it too late to do it all again when your repetition is reputation’s best friend?

I get motivated off of revenge

And I’m the youngest, Michael Jackson my kin

Writing like it was a message to give

And walking like it was a legend to live

And never takin’ seconds, record after record, I’ma wreck one after this, uh

Ice, ice on the wrist, uh

I was working, sold a chip, uh

Should have worked the nine to six, uh

But this music shit a gift, uh

Ice, ice on the wrist, uh

I was working, sold a chip, uh

Should have worked the nine to six, uh

But this music shit a gift, uh

Taylor Bennett Speed Racer

Speeding Like A Racer

Lamborghini Snaker

Sip That with no chaser

Gold And Purp But Really Skip The Lakers

Ricky Bobby Shake And Bake Them

Pick it Up and Than I Break Them

Hit The Booth And Make A Track Than Party Till The A.M

Speeding Like A Racer

Lamborghini Snaker

Sip That with no chaser

Gold And Purp But Really Skip The Lakers

Ricky Bobby Shake And Bake Them

Pick it Up and Than I Break Them

Hit The Booth And Make A Track Than Party Till The A.M

Riding in My Steamer Got My Life Inside My BackPack

Speeding Towards My Paradise While Chiefing on a LoudPack

Curt Cobainz Sipping Screaming Drink This Cup I’m On That

Killing rappers lyrically Busting at Them With All Caps

I’m Feeling To Alive Behind These Suicide doors

Saving Green And Making Green I think I’m Al Gore

Want The Beef Its Always Cold Like Charlie Wilson In His War

All Black Suite With A All White Bag Like What You Think Were here And For?

Gold Chains New Rings

With a New Flame

That Will Go Bang

When I Hit A Stain

On the white girl for the Hype Girl

Reach For The Sky Like Kite Girl

Black Girl Like The White Girl

No Dike Girl

What I like girl

When I’m in the crib and I’m hyper

Kill The Track And The Beat Like A Biker

Angel Disqused as Michael no wonder why God don’t like you

Speeding Like A Racer

Lamborghini Snaker

Sip That with no chaser

Gold And Purp But Really Skip The Lakers

Ricky Bobby Shake And Bake Them

Pick it Up and Than I Break Them

Hit The Booth And Make A Track Than Party Till The A.M

Speeding Like A Racer

Lamborghini Snaker

Sip That with no chaser

Gold And Purp But Really Skip The Lakers

Ricky Bobby Shake And Bake Them

Pick it Up and Than I Break Them

Hit The Booth And Make A Track Than Party Till The A.M

My Watch Gold Her Jacke Mink

My Wallet Green And Her Sprite Pink

Shades On Don’t Never Blink

Keep The Engine Running Like A Broken Sink

Ya’ll niggas fake no anime

Boy I Get That Cake Like Anna May

Blowing smoke no Mary Jane

Keep A Pole On Me Like Daddy Cane

2 Chains Got Three Rings New Leaders Cap And I’m (Flexing)

King of the jungle and king of the land

Bape and My Jeans Just Escaped From Japan

Niggas Get Sent Up Put That On my Mans

You ain’t on my level so you Under-stand

(Nope) Never Did Me Any Favors

To all of these haters I shoot them like Halo

Giving Me Dome On Her Head Is A Halo

Stacking Up Bricks Till I make a new Neighbor

Death Lives Close So Don’t Visit My Neighbors

Right had on this paper

Left Hand On my Razor

I Stay In The cut I’m a really good shaver

Model in bed and a stack on the table

Ya’ll Niggas sweet Sweeter Than maple

I’m killing this beat Mortal Combat at Greatest

My Flow is so deep I should fuck with the lakers

One hand on your lady no question shes taken I’m on

Running they mouth when I catch them they gone

Hustling hard cause I listen to Wayne

Pockets on bruce cause my niggas be wayne

Showed her a track now we running a train

Tribe savemoney were one of the same

When your ruling the world Pinkey Gives You The Brain

Speeding Like A Racer

Lamborghini Snaker

Sip That with no chaser

Gold And Purp But Really Skip The Lakers

Ricky Bobby Shake And Bake Them

Pick it Up and Than I Break Them

Hit The Booth And Make A Track Than Party Till The A.M

Speeding Like A Racer

Lamborghini Snaker

Sip That with no chaser

Gold And Purp But Really Skip The Lakers

Ricky Bobby Shake And Bake Them

Pick it Up and Than I Break Them

Hit The Booth And Make A Track Than Party Till The A.M

Taylor Bennett Wasting Time

I wanna get to know you

Can’t say I’m lying and

I really wish that I could get the time

To read your mind and hold you

Me and you just wasting time

And I wanna get to know you

Me you music and lakeshore nights

I wanna get to know you

Just me and you racing time

I wanna get to know you better than you know my mother

Than I know your brother

I’m a good fella’

This the family hustle

Can’t pay rent? Call the team up

That’s a family huddle

Six feet touch down

That’s a land mine

Me and delta fifty-three on the dashboard

Looking like you want my number I ain’t asked for yours

Cursed man of words

[?] cause I ain’t ask for it

Girl you foreign, you ain’t from here

Where’s your passport

Confiscated consolation I’ma ask for it

Shit

I’m a conscious constipated asshole

Preaching shit I never been to class for

Never had to train for, never had to act on

Emotions I ain’t never asked for

You wanna know me I’m an asshole

You wanna hold me I’m a slide throat

And for a second I’m gonna give you thoughts and give you talks as if I actually fucking know you

Instead of actually fucking on you

So I hit you back in the morning

To see who was just fucking on you

I just wanted to get to know you

I wanna get to know you

Can’t say I’m lying and

I really wish that I could get the time

To read your mind and hold you

Me and you just wasting time

And I wanna get to know you

Me, you, music, and lake shore night times

I wanna get to know you

Just me and you racing time

I wanna know you better than I know my mother

Than you know your brother

Mix match, still fit, word puzzle

I wanna be able to guess the words you mumble

I wanna be able to talk without discussions

As if we were still talking but we wasn’t

Low key the fam know but they ain’t judging

Bad bitch fuck with mama dirty dozens

As if I was always coming at her but I wasn’t

As if she was always leaving but she wasn’t

As if she was racing time with the car keys

Girl at home on the table contemplating with her husband

I’m a patient, I’m a subject

She’s impatient, she’s a suspect

Catching cases, tossed luggage

And she miss me

And I love it

I wanna get to know you

Can’t say I’m lying and

I really wish that I could get the time

To read your mind and hold you

Me and you just wasting time

And I wanna get to know you

Me, you, music, and lake shore night time

I wanna get to know you

Just me and you racing time

Taylor Bennett New York Nights

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

[Stro:]

I got a story to tell, some real shit

Yo, I grew up broke, crew all broke

Every old head homie that I had knew on dope

Only hope was the musical notes, dead presidents

Only politicians that’ll get my vote

Without rope, got me feelin’ free as an eagle

Crib with a room, too small for my ego

In three mo’, years, I’ll play, musical chairs

At the Grammy’s with more niggas than a Tarantino script

Life’s a trip, but I never slip

Hit the stu’, never dip, shit

It’s me and this, y’all hearin’ my pain

Tryna get a deal with Def Jam, have a deaf man screamin’ my name

And even when I’m indie

I treat naps like hashtags, follow dreams like it’s trendy

Can’t die, knowin’ I ain’t try

As long as I got the sky, I’mma fly, high

Answer this, when I hold my high

Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly

Hold me down, but can’t burn my side

Hold me down til I break the sky

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

[Taylor Bennett:]

What’s the worst news you could hear from the hospital?

I’m too young for blood clots, too young for mug shots

Too old for breakdowns, I need that lake house

View like a stakeout, tired of takeout

I got no time which to sand out these blood clots

God pushin’ me like this cliff was a jump start

Knew I could fly since these ‘S’ on report cards

Knew I could die since Jay Leno caught that gunshot

Evil won’t sleep, Bob Marley, I know what dreams bought, things bought

Spend it on all I need like a Link card

Use to hop trains cause all my money was gansta

Use to stain steamers and sweaters till they had paint jobs

Use to have friends that rapped and cracked bank cards

Know I’m on maps and KMax my bank cards

Dead friends, now I can Quick Pay or PayPal

This is they ain’t livin’ or listen over their Pay cause

I’ve been on a mission to get em but there’s a great wall

I ain’t different listen medicinally we was brain washed

Young niggas thinking bout sex, money, and gang wars

Young niggas thinking bout killing niggas with AR’s

I solicit to Folks, Moes, and Foes nigga

Presidents, the doctors, the dope dealers

I’m from the 90’s sixteen’s got no limits

Chi Town don’t die down in cold winters

I know the mob, the mayor, and know some cold killers

I know some rappers that sacked us, won’t even roll with us

Cause we be stackin’ and clappin’ after our shows nigga

And it’d be more if it’s Mooky, Peanut, and Joe with us

I went to Prep, it was Urban, cause we was cold killers

They got a problem, we got a problem, I blow with em

This was my life before many models and show fillers

How could I change for gold rings, I go realer

I ain’t got time to slow down, a time killer

I ain’t got time to slow down my rhymes nigga

Answer this, when I hold my high

Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly

Hold me down, but can’t burn my side

Hold me down til I break the sky

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

Answer this, when I hold my high

Reach the stars, but I just can’t fly

Hold me down, but can’t burn my side

Hold me down til I break the sky

There’s no night like this night

There’s no night like this night

Ooh, ooh

Taylor Bennett Straight From The Bottom

I came up straight from the bottom, I did it

I came up straight from the bottom, we got it

I came up straight from the bottom, I got it like [?]

I came up straight from the bottom

A bottomless pit off a New Chevy first line

My homie KB said “You’re gonna make it right after just hearing the first line”

And I ain’t need Ruban or Chano’s maneuvers

To help me make it to the front lines

And I’m way too brilliant, resilient to hustle for millions

And still just be prime time

I need that out of the lime light, I need that

I need to take a vacation

Shut down corporations for two nights

It seems like politics polished and marketing

But we still shake hands like Parkinson’s

Spark of this, your race is targeted

Take your fan base like an architect

Cut your profits like they profited, uh

Craft this image down the market and

I came up straight from the bottom

A bottomless pit off a New Chevy’s First Line

My homie KB said “You’re gonna make it right after just hearing the first line”

And I ain’t need Ruban or Chano’s maneuvers

To help me make it to the front lines

And I’m way too brilliant resilient to hustle for millions

And still just be prime time

I came up straight from the bottom

I got it straight off the bottom

The problem kid is not your problem

Like how the fuck you ever doubt him

I came up straight from the bottom

I got it straight off the bottom

Like what’d you ever do without him

The problem kid is now your problem

I came up straight from the bottom

Chicago where markets market till they murkin’ kids

Fergusson it’s like the world is here

Americans it’s like the coast is clear

Light bulb ideas, we need chandeliers

But sharing thoughts is like sharing tears

When we don’t share pain we don’t share shit

Won’t share champagne, don’t even share a lift

But still kissing babies, still shaking they hands like Parkinson

Stand firm by the idea you marketin’, offerin’, auctionin’, profitin’, property, probably

This game’s a monopoly

Send them to jail if you got the keys

I can see you scratchin’ surface for lotteries

We think it’s all a scheme

Taylor Bennett New Chevy

[Taylor Bennett:]

Hey little lady, thought I’d hit you up

I just bought me a Chevy

I got a taxi cab on the way

The only question, girl, is if you ready

No need for make up don’t you make up excuses

You got 10 minutes baby then you gon’ do this

You got 5 minutes till I pick you up

Lil lady thought I’d hit you up

Lil’ lady thought I’d hit you up, I just bought me a Chevy

You can smoke pot and hotbox my box Chevy

I know you thinking “Damn, he’s at it already”

The only question’s can I pick you up

But ain’t my driver rang your doorbell already?

To the Hoover, you’re a shooter, so deadly

Then you fought me like “He ain’t come and get me”

Ain’t that crazy? Ain’t you lazy? Ain’t you fancy?

And I’m so antsy, call me when you land

Catch me if you can like the plane can’t land

Swervin’ in a black surburban to your rescue, finna come and get ya

Thinking to myself like “Damn, I’m thirsty”

A step up from a bustdown like damn God

Goddamn she perfect, and I’m worth it

Hey little lady, thought I’d hit you up

I just bought me a Chevy

I got a taxi cab on the way

The only question, girl, is if you ready

No need for make up don’t you make up excuses

You got 10 minutes baby then you gon’ do this

You got 5 minutes till I pick you up

Lil lady thought I’d hit you up

[King Louie:]

Way before the Jeep or the Benz

I was in the Lumi juuging with friends

Back then we was still smoking reggie

Now, I vow to never do that again

I’m like “Hey, lil lady can I pick you up?”

“I got some yoppers do you feel like rolling?”

Remember someone hit my Chevy Impala

Straight finessing, they had great insurance

Let me pull up to your bumper baby

Riding dirty with my thumper baby

What’s yo name and number baby?

You can kick it with Tony this summer baby

Do drugs do me let’s get crazy

In my Chevy with his lady

She play songs like a disc jockey

I send her home with her breath cocky

[Taylor Bennett:]

Hey little lady, thought I’d hit you up

I just bought me a Chevy

I got a taxi cab on the way

The only question, girl, is if you ready

No need for make up don’t you make up excuses

You got 10 minutes baby then you gon’ do this

You got 5 minutes till I pick you up

Lil lady thought I’d hit you up

Hey little lady I’d like to pick you up

Got a new Chevy

Hey little lady I’d like to pick you up

Got a new Chevy

Hey little lady I’d like to pick you up

I just bought a new Chevy

Hey little lady I’d like to pick you up

I just bought a new Chevy

Hey little lady I’d like to pick you up

I just bought a new Chevy

Hey little lady thought I’d hit you up

I just bought me a Chevy

I got a taxi cab on the way