In The Club

[Verse 1:]

Look out I'm so high in the sky gotta look out for power lines

Got blue diamonds niggas call me mr. caroline

Fresh a paralones and these not cheap

Each shoe I buy bout 350 each

If I stand on my wallet Imma grow 3 feet

I hustle hard nigga being broke not me

I’m bout the law nigga see I run these streets

The game one big pussy and I'm bout to go deep

I don't sleep got a fleet of young hustlers

I’m a A-Town nigga with some L.A. muscle

I'm not Usher but yes I got it bad

Only 18 makin more money than your dad

Not from rap not movin no script

Never meet a young nigga that can hustle like this

Rappin is a hobby if I wanted I can quit

And go back to the streets go back to the bricks

[Verse 2:]

Pull up in some four call it european stuntin

Blue and pink diamonds got em sick to they stomach

Now what you vomit, shit I been flossin

Homeboy to the prince of the A this is nothin

Push the button listen to my engine start

Dolla funky fresh like I got dressed with a fart

Now play your part shes a Pigeon I'm a spark

Get money up and down like Mickey D's arch

I Get the keys then you can't see the keys

Like Pianos in the dark

Ey I got a purple heart

Dope Boy man I don't fear shit

I said the GANG holdin tight while you niggas loosin grip

Man don't slip take your shoes off your lips

Run your mouth like a woman fuck boy your not hip

And I'm this I’m that I’m it

Just to sum it all up overall I'm the shit