Joey Vantes, ​nobigdyl., 350 - I Got Last lyrics

Fantom ya tu sabes
Haha, yeah (Yeah)

I've been rollin' hot lately
I've been raisin' my doors
Got that Push-Up Pop, baby
Givin' Hollywood tours
Justin Bieber type of drip
Summertime Drew shorts
Coconut in my Paleta, vato
What you got in yours? (Yeah)
Forget it, I don't care what you say
You a bore i'm too busy hittin' switches
In that navy six-four
I got that legend on my chest
They know exactly what it's for
Ask my homie Trey Lewis
We just do it for the sport

If they takin' shots I'ma pop back
(Pew-pew-pew)
Hundred-forty feet go, you should wipe that
(Wipe it down)
'Stendo on me, dawg, you don't want that
You was shootin' first, but I got last
(Got, haha)
Yeah, I got last (Pew, pew-pew-pew, pew)
Yeah, I got last (Haha) yeah, I got last
West side to the east (Uh, huh)

Don't take much to get my wrist wet
Fools they gotta be steppin' up like shoes
Man livin' around the coast, you got
Enough sweat for us, Yeah
That's not meant for us
(Uh, huh) , gotta be blessed enough
Restin' up, I flexed it up
Been looking around to test my love
The best to come, I steps it up
I flip it around, don't mess this up
I kept it up, I made my lane
I step on the gas to make a statement
Deep in the south, we been in the fields
(Woo)
Drip 'cause we work in the rain (Drip)
You just want people to hand out
We are not one and the same
Sippin' that Topo Chico lime (Uh, huh)
Stepping in here like prime-time
Never need cuetes, baby (Brrt)
I got that piece of mind
Ready for a war so don't be
Mad 'cause I'ma pop back
Three-five from the east side
The one that shot back

If they takin' shots I'ma pop back
(Pew-pew-pew)
Hundred-forty feet go, you should wipe that
(Uh huh, wipe it down)
'Stendo on me, dawg, you don't want that
(Uh, uh)
You was shootin' first, but I got last
(Got, haha)
Yeah, I got last (Pew, pew-pew-pew, pew)
Yeah, I got last
(Haha, last, last, last, last)
Yeah, I got last
West side to the east (Dyllie)

Me and Joey
That's like Pen and Teller or Shaq and Penny
(Penny)
Where I'm from they don't mess with rats
'less they name is Mickey (Mickey)
Had to treat the beat like Kenny, called
The pastor, poured the Henny, yeah, Yeah
God got me, I don't gotta
Pack the semi, yeah, Yeah
Opps want me down and out
And that's a pity, yeah, Yeah
Pops said my liturgy is to get litty
We don't wrestle against flesh and blood
Listen up
I just get the chopper from a chapter
Choppin' up and then I freshen up
Gotta run my race
I'm never checkin' on who catchin' up
(Never) that's a lesson
It's a blessing to be spreadin' love
(True) feel like Kesha
Meanin' that I feel like Diddy
Takin' shots on the internet
Baby, don't be silly, Dyllie

If they takin' shots I'ma pop back
(Pew-pew-pew)
Hundred-forty feet go, you should wipe that
(Wipe it down)
'Stendo on me, dawg, you don't want that
You was shootin' first, but I got last
(Got, haha)
Yeah, I got last (Pew, pew-pew-pew, pew)
Yeah, I got last (Haha) yeah, I got last
West side to the east you're next, haha