Mayfair Nights (Outro) Lyrics

We got machines in the whip

Are you still rolling

He got hit in the leg

How's he still walking

I tell my young boy let it slide

He'll still toast him

The cats know we signed off

But they still calling

My lady wants me off the roads

And she still moaning

I see my nephew get big

And he's still growing

Like cench I'm not in my bag

I'm still loading

How you broke

But stay up all night

and still lotion

You was a joke back then

How you still joking

You going gym to cut down

Or ur still bulking

I know ur amazed how I rap

And I'm still going

Amy told me her New Year's resolutions

But she's still snorting

But who am I to tell her stop it

If she wants to do it

My Nigga 60 rich like he's Jewish

My nigga sweets shoot like he's Muller in Munich

If I wash and I don't get it back

I swear I'm gonna loose it

I hate good yutes that think they bad cause they mean mugging

We're not new to this game boy we been trapping

Went on the low they thought I was bagged

Nah I been cashing

Cause we don't do this for the show

It's to feed family

I made a whole lotta racks at the seaside

In ends my cro line popped 20 for a 3.5

In studio while the guys trynna find where dem neeks hide

Hood niggas telling me go hard

Tellem free Ice

Yo watch out for dem boys

They sing to the feds

It's quite disturbing

The things we did for the bread

They kicked me while I was down

But it was a test

I take an L and bounce back

I always make it work

And when I had no car

I was shotting on my ped

I didn't have it till I made the phone line twerk

Certain girls don't want the money

They just want the sex

If I tell a hoe that I love her

Then i must be burst

Dinner dates up in city

Still got it with me

She said c'mon baby don't be silly

They watch and hate from far ouu what a pity

If I got it and my nigga ain't

I split it with my Killy

We got some girls in the coupe

With the stars on the roof

With some bottles in the boots

And some laces with shoes

In a tings crib

With the ringas on the backroads

We Don't tolerate with cheesy niggas like we're lactose

Don't step right then we aiming high not shooting low at your foot for you to lack toes

Spent so much time in the bando

Just to weigh and bag O's

This Cali really got my mind slow