Woah, woah, woah
keep a vibe in check
IIILEST - DON
Huh, keep a vibe in check (she In check)
hol'up my nigga, wait a sec (hol'up, hol'up) (Yeah, yeah)
the shit you done put on the deck (all this time) (Woah, woah)
don't let peanuts get you distracted (more to gain)
yeah, too solid with the fucking gang, (Don), Luis Lopez (woah)
up all night, right through the day (woah), fuck, I look homeless (damn)
too locked in, so if she need saving, (what), she just hopeless (streets)
I sink 'em in the fucking waves, I'm Luis Lopez (choppa)
Don't listen when they boast (no)
I'm doing the most, but like NF I feel lost (lost)
they be talkin' like they know
I been through it, I been lookin for a way to make it
but the road is cold, chest filled with snow (frost)
making sure I fucking hit a three with every damn throw
know my flow, it been cut throat
know I run the field with injuries, I do it like I'm Neymar going brazy with Santos (crazy)
need a couple of notes, man I need dollars not sopranos (Yeah)
Green like Grove, but I got no smoke with the Vagos
milkin', I like lactose (Oh, yeah)
ain't talkin' bout' no fucking hoe (nah)
woah, woah, wo-oah
woah, woah, wo-oah
huh, keep a vibe in check (she In check)
hol'up my nigga, wait a sec (hol'up, hol'up) (Yeah, yeah)
the shit you done put on the deck (all this time) (Woah, woah)
don't let peanuts get you distracted (more to gain)
yeah, too solid with the fucking gang, (Don), Luis Lopez (woah)
up all night, right through the day (woah), fuck, I look homeless (damn)
too locked in, so if she need saving, (what), she just hopeless (streets)
I sink 'em in the fucking waves, I'm Luis Lopez (choppa)
Man I carry my shit, my back ain't boneless, I know
I been stuck up in my head, to feel the pain less, I go (woah)
back to the very first time, It hit me, I went Psycho, Malone
gave me a reason to mimick a stone
the booth is my ring if I don't like your tone
proposing the game, know my ring got a stone
they ain't on my side, it's a house not a home
Just paint me a villain, I'm bad to the bone
no paint on the ceiling, I see my way home
always been working with time I don't own (own)
I fucking hate loans, no clue, you ain't holmes
lava my ink, got no reason to foam, I snack
big race for a cheque, but we dealing with rats
Nigga I'm a big brat; beat rats
don't bother, don't beg, yeah, the whooping is golden when aiming for racks
relax, I spit solid flows, but it still find the cracks
Pay respect, don't come with tax
No dog, wolf, don't need a VET
Huh, keep a vibe in check (she In check)
hol'up my nigga, wait a sec (hol'up, hol'up) (Yeah, yeah)
the shit you done put on the deck (all this time) (Woah, woah)
don't let peanuts get you distracted (more to gain)
yeah, too solid with the fucking gang, (Don), Luis Lopez (woah)
up all night, right through the day (woah), fuck, I look homeless (damn)
too locked in, so if she need saving, (what), she just hopeless (streets)
I sink 'em in the fucking waves, I'm Luis Lopez (choppa)
Oh-ooh, Luis Lopez
Luis Lopez
Luis Lopez
