Blur

[Chorus: Strick] Bitch asking for a picture but I ain't got no time to pose And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it's twenty-four karat gold I don't pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home All the scales in the kitchen but ain't no fish on the stove, yeah Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah I been movin' hella fast, man it's like a blur Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup, yeah [Verse 1: Strick] X poppin', we so popular, we know Bada bing, her body boom, she need a comb, yeah Bomb pussy, might have to take her on the road Her nigga lame, he ain't even chase no check, yeah, tell him 'bout it Just left from Coachella, I'm pullin' vibes every song Hundred round sticks, no reload They be stealin' sounds but we evolve Made a movie in Hollywood, I look like a star, yeah Used to play the background, we made it She used to be your player, but, now I'm her favorite Eighty, sixty grand, yeah, YSL made it Livin' for the moment, you catch a case and then you frame it [Chorus: Strick] Bitch asking for a picture but I ain't got no time to pose And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it's twenty-four karat gold I don't pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home All the scales in the kitchen but ain't no fish on the stove, yeah Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah I been movin' hella fast, man it's like a blur Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup [Verse 2: T-Shyne] Tesla poppin', and I whip it on my own Still remember, we would trap out mobile homes In the trap, I had three different mobile phones They copy drip, I think I gotta hundred clones Water 'round my neck, I turn that shit into a island I never ran in my life, last time was when I heard the sirens When I'm in the Lamb I tell these bitches give me silence Bitch, It's YSL, we don't ever need no stylist I'm in California with the next nigga ho Me and Strick in a Bentley, we got Tecs in the doors Looking for your bitch, then why she texting me for? All my bitches bad, you can never fuck with no bitch, no [Chorus: Strick] Bitch asking for a picture but I ain't got no time to pose And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it's twenty-four karat gold I don't pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home All the scales in the kitchen but ain't no fish on the stove, yeah Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah I been movin' hella fast, man it's like a blur Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup