Charisma ft. Papi Ty Lyrics

Call me what you wanna, but at least you're callin

Been around the way, so my tires gettin' bald and I'm a little hotter than you think, like the D in August

How I'm doin'? Can't call it, gotta keep it player my baby

Orange Porsche gettin' orders, Spaldin probably gettin' plated

Kell. from the Metro, gotta know the D raised me

See a muscle car at the light, I'ma race it

Tires get expensive, but I slide on the case

Yeah, as a boss, you gotta just move how you wanna

Buy with some resale value if you're gonna invest big stunner

Drake say I'm eatin' pigeon food, Benihana

In the heat of the moment, back seats turn to Saunas

Drive-in movie convert freaks into mamas

She and this bitch bittin' on me like a llama

Hide behind a tent, find me, not Osama

Then I line it up, take a step back for the picture

It's only up from here, and that's word to you niggas

I ain't never been the type to take pride in submission

They on the streets pushin', wait, call it bar benchin

You can put it on my tab, card limit not mentioned

When I talk, I'm teachin', lil' nigga pay attention

I was down with no cheese, yeah, lactose livin

And I got my shit together, Pepto to the business

Never show if I was broke, Kell. up in a minute

Yeah, yeah, I'm up in a minute

God cookin' up somethin' tailor-made for the kid

I move through the streets with a purpose

Stayin' out of bullshit, I know that I'm allergic

Sunday to Sunday, me and my niggas workin

Move like you know you got purpose, purpose, purpose

Ayy, the forecast just hit the D with 87

When I hop up on the track, it's like 9/11

I'm killin' shit, I'm movin' with a purpose and I got that from experience

I know nobody perfect, but you gotta prove to be legit

I'ma be the one that get us out the swamp and make us rich

Fuck it, I'ma still make it happen, though

I pick off a bitch like Jalen Ramsey

I Ram in yo hoe

They be like Papi you the goat

But I remember that was a fuckin' joke

All it took was a six piece from Coney and I got the throat

Floatin' on these beats like a pilot on a fuckin' boat

These niggas out here dippin' on they mans, that's the art of show

She like Westbrook in the fourth, I can guarantee you this hoe finna choke

I'm the only other thing a nigga got beside his word, I ain't cuffin' on these birds

I don't like to say it twice, if you ain't heard, then you ain't heard

You can't take it to the grave, nigga splurge, nigga, splurge

I move through the streets with a purpose

Stayin' out of bullshit, I know that I'm allergic

Sunday to Sunday, me and my niggas workin

Move like you know you got purpose

I move through the streets with a purpose

Stayin' out of bullshit, I know that I'm allergic

Sunday to Sunday, me and my niggas workin

Move like you know you got purpose