Last Stop

[Intro]

Swizzie, what up, nigga?

We ain't do this in a minute, let's have a little fun, nigga, c'mon, look (Let's go)

It's the kid that be ducking all the award shows (Yup)

[Verse]

For the Oscars, I might go in my wardrobe

I been lookin', a lot y'all gettin' foreclosed

Me, I got a crib that-is-just-for-clothes

Got room of sneakers, well that one is just some pillows, the bathroom is just watches

The kitchen is just ch-chinchillas

I mean, I could go on about the condos and the villas

And the girls and the cars or how I grew up with the killas

If you with, I'm with it (With it)

Let's get it, let's get it (Get it)

I don't pump fake, baby, I spin on my pivot

Lookin' at some exquisite, I don't just talk it, I live it

You could do the chauffeur or ride with the hawk in the Civic, you choose (Come on)

She a stewardess, talkin' to me fly

Sayin' she just back from Jamaica and Dubai

I'm like you basic and you dry

Your makeup say Devry

And don't fool yourself, you're just a waitress in the sky

Let's talk about it (Yeah)

You gon' ask me you need a refill or, put your chair away

Please, put on your seatbelt

Whole time she smilin' she just starin' at my retail

Gave the girl my email, here go the details

He took her on vacation (Huh?), I took her to my mother house

He went to the Bahamas (Bahamas?), I hit it on my mother couch

Brought her friend with her, watch 'em eat each other out

The way I fucked her face, man, she gon' need another mouth, huh

I'm Drake, Dumarol

I'm killin' these niggas, look at me, I'm fentanyl

For life trenches, y'all

Yeah, I'm from the trenches, y'all

Right off of Lennox, y'all

You know I had to mention, y'all

Got a different agenda, y'all

From '91 to '96, l was on the benches, y'all

Was crack inside the tennis ball

Shit, I broke day, served nights (Nights)

Dirt bikes we was up and down the turnpike (We was)

Word life with three niggas on they third strike

I'm Mike Tyson, no, I did them birds right

Y'all better be real, meetings in Beverly Hills

Look, in nine months, me and Murda at seventy mil (Yup)

Is what it is, I never cared how you felt or feel (Nope)

I'm so ill, I give myself the chills (Brr, chill)

On a evenin' with Jerry Mozima (Yup)

Rony Fee, Josh Apparel all said I'm a winner, thanks

But I know this, I'm ready for dinner

I get it some of the winter, forgot I help you remember

I sold liquor, sold cologne, sold more clothes (I did)

Sold records, sold crack, I sold dog hoes (What else?)

Sold horsepower, now I'm doin' sport shows

Outside the sports bar, V stay in sports mode, huh

Different leader, same habits

I know I'm what you want, but you can't have it (Nah)

You got bad habits, me, I'm a bank magnet

And the coupe roof missin' like Frank Mathis

[Outro]

Crazy

Swizz, what's up?

Ronnie, what's good, my nigga?