Secrets

[Intro] Yeah baby, I'm back Yeah, I need you to come wit’ me, baby Hop in this GT thing wit' me And as we ride off into the night, put your head in my lap [Verse 1] Uh, been to Gran Turismo, fishbowl Across the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco Can't get friendzoned in the end zone Shells from the Mac-10 blow, hit your glass window Hear the shots crescendo Thirty-clip extendo turn your skin cold Spit the illest flows in Kenneth Coles Well here it goes Visions of getting Joes in my pimpish clothes Wrist is frigid, my thick bitch from Memphis is pigeon-toed (uh) Wrist is frigid, my thick bitch from Memphis is pigeon-toed This is livin’, kicks is lizard, whips is six figures or bigger Not your typical nigga, I'm particular Articulate, I talk and the check get cut This is considered literature, but niggas never read a book Tell 'em look (look) We can get em booked (booked) Ask for the blow, we could push it raw or sell it cooked (cooked) Hop in the Porsche 911, all you smell is kush (smell it) I just ball in Margielas like I'm seven foot, baby look (baby, look) [Chorus] I know It's time to go I just want you to roll wit' me (come on, come out tonight) Recline your seat (recline your seat) I need you to try to see (try to see) I just want you to roll wit' me (come on, come on, come on) I just want you to roll wit' me (Come on come out tonight) [Verse 2] Uh, a baby, your fruits, and wine for you (uh) Jamaican wine for you, make some time for you (a lot) Ride or die for you, do or die for you Put my pride aside for you (aside for you), the function not for you (uh-uh) She’s a dime, daily massage at the spas Where olive oil ballers spend dollars on you Put designer on you, Prada, Dolce & Gabanna on you Live wit’ honor, don't compromise your morals That kind of life too normal for you (uh) Soccer mom truck, Shorkie dog food You rather twirl spliffs than whip a sports coupe (sports coupe) Like my Cuban ho, she from L.A, came in as a runaway Now it’s Hummers and bubb-a-lay Fendi runners, different color wigs Vera Wang bikinis, pretty summer days Telling brothers you was engaged (lyin') Ain't that a motherfuckin' shame? You said you was with Lorraine You was clubbing with Puff and Game (ha) Puffin’ haze, sniffing grade-A yay out in the open like it's '88 (psh) Lady, you claim to change your shady ways But it's safe to say that you ain't shaded, baby wait, baby wait (Come on come out tonight)