Bobby Brown

[Verse 1] Uh- Ridin round town with the top down I pull up at the lights pour some ′Voss out Big tomahawk from the chop house The college dropout Baggin' up gas at the compound Bro, I don′t clock out I know a crooked cop Daz Kurupt like the Dogg Pound My lifestyles wild My style sounds like Bobby brown on brown About to chop this crop down In a Barbour with a foxhound I told my girl get dressed we going rogue Redneck Polo crest on the left breast LED Screens in the head rest Shit I just lost some bread on Bet Fred I rollout the way I waltzed in Grey Cartiers with a gold tints sipping Grand Marnier Malbec with the moleskin I pour in the whole ting Picture me rolling [Hook] Close your eyes Picture me rolling [Verse 2] Uh- I'm a bozo but I'm so bougie I treat a classic like an old loosey Tell the stylist I′ll bring my was own jewellery I'm Paid In Full, I shoot my own movie Everything is Kushti like Om Puri We pop XO's and rock retro Took stock like a klepto I played my set at Cochealla at the wrong tempo I guess you never got the memo The flows hot like a habanero But it sounds cool Pay attention to the House rules Shut ur mouth fool The gangs like a back of wolves Puttin′ down tools Ya gal, tryna grab the crown jewels You got no credentials I got the crowd going mental I wrote this in the golden temple We are not the same Bro it's levels The doughs embezzled I′m about to load the vessel [Hook] Close your eyes Picture me rolling