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