Larry June, The Alchemist, Jay Worthy - Éxito lyrics

The, uh, infestation of diamonds
I was an influencer i'm a hustler
You know? Uh
I feel like a guy with quality in my life
And I feel that, uh

Slow motion
Hoes strollin' where they smoke potion
Ashy sherm heads runnin' naked
Like it's no lotion
I hit the hood and play the part
This shit was dry like it's no ocean
On the PCH
I make a right and then I hit Ocean
Pop in and I say, "What up?" to Al
It's been a long moment
Lost focus, readjust my lens
Now my 4s coastin'
'88 50 like my horse smokin'
Fishtailin', I be in the wind
Like my ship sailin'
I be off the grid, that's how I live
That's where I've been lately
Ben Franklin, he was always bool
He bought mе steak dinners
Walkin' through the grass and losе your life
That's where the snakes slither
Ten toes on the pavement
Real player like my name etched in (Woah)
No Etch-a-Sketchin'
Hangin' was my main profession
Gang injunctions, god just sent me bullets
And a prison sentence
Feel my praises when I hit the room
I be real respected
And I be in the hood with all
The homies like I never left 'em

It's real life Worthy
You know what I'm sayin'?
P Worthy, the street legend
You know what I mean?
Gotta stay solid, gotta stay in it
No bake shit, no yeast shit allowed
Members only (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Shootin' from the three, OT
Vacuum sealin' P's
Fresh game, steppin' off the jet
Think she Japanese
Hercules, gettin' off the weight
With an urgency
Me and Joey B back to back, thinkin' GT3
Dustin' off my jersey 'cause these
Hoes keep choosin' me (Man)
Peanut butter ragtop fifty, throwin' up the P
(Damn, keep goin')
Light skinned gurb, eatin' fruit, I'm in DC
(Man) not in competition with a nigga
I'd rather make cheese (Uh)
Started young, get it young
Niggas just gotta believe
Niggas be all in they feelings
And ready to squeeze
Cuffin' on a punk rock, uh
That's ready to leave
I don't want no beef with a nigga
I'm tryna succeed take care of my seed
(Man) , Lamborghini keys (Damn)
Midnight fleece
(Keep goin') , white gold piece (Numbers)
Rose gold set
(Uh) , a hundred K each (Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, and I'm gon' do numbers, baby
Expensive toilet seats and shit
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? And bitch
Make sure you put them
Motherfuckin' slippers on good job
Love you, baby sock it to me