Curren$y, The Alchemist, Lil Wayne - Fat Albert lyrics

I got stars in the roof of my car, girl
Recognize where you are, girl
Jet Life, this the stoner's world
Low-ride like my OGs who wore
Them Jheri curls circa '85
Now, my Daytons spin same time I roll around
Talk my shit a lil' bit 'cause I worked hard
Two laps in the parking lot, show my shit off
Bad bitches
Please tell them haters stay off my dick
Set bubble like a coffee pot
Them niggas talking so much
But what are they talking 'bout?
Coupe interior, brown leather the stiching
Blueberry muffin
They know I'm finna come up with something
Rap hustling a lil' bit like pack running
Making stacks from it
Racks like where we put the hunting guns at
Black on a Phantom, white on a Ghost
Suede Adidas Campus stepping on your throat
Never letting go
Blew a pound and they told you
"Go outside to smoke

Haha life
Da da da da da da

It's Lil Tunechi from New Orleans, lord
With the chauffeur and the car
With the two R uh's, lord
Lived next door to Jenny
That went to Beauregard
She broke my virginity, and I love her for it
Friends turn into frienemies
And they come and gone
Cut the check or we gon'
Cut your fucking bungee cord
Make these bitches jump for joy
Make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a freakazoid
Then they just annoying
This for the smokers and the real ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done
Back like I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch 'bout to swallow all
My stress for me
Bad bitch stop-and-popping like Steph Curry
Rich nigga laughing at his
Bills like Bill Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the handgun
Out here dodging handcuffs like a Ram truck
Out here looking handsome, fucking dancers
Tryna see my mansions get expansions
Tryna see my homeboys in they own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Choing Yoing
Yeah, don't know no better
Dick got the bitch walking like Uncle Fester
And your homie talk aloud 'bout
What he gon' do
You know your homie ain't your homie
'til he bleed on you
You know you never know you love
Her 'til she cheat on you
You know you never know your
Brother 'til he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi been
A soldier since T-R-U
Fuck a heated argument, we let the heat argue
P-IR-U brazy like glue
S-Q-U-A-D wavy like the sea
And Lil' T just told me
Knock the nigga's brain out i got a chopper
I bet I can shoot a plane down
Pussy-ass niggas looking for a way out
I tape some kilos to her
Put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from Cloud Nine like a raindrop
I'm 'bout to buy a ring the
Size of a Ring Pop
I got some bitches in bikinis like Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in
Chinese kitchen getting takeout
Hollygrove Tune you dig?
Carrollton Heist, nigga spitta, fuck with me
Carrollton Tunechi i'm gone