DTW (Intro) Lyrics

Garbage nigga prolly still order well done

Confusing the shit out the waitress and chef

Meanwhile it's truffle butter stain my balmains

My OGs the reason I be on one

Know howda check in the hood remain good two step through gentrified ally's in suede Bally's

Summertime the drinks cold as night king

This creed cologne prone to bag a wildling

done with notes want a old school on hard tires

FN Carti aviators the arms wire

Blue faces stuffed in the amuire

I gotta ball like them Coleman young all nighters

On belle isle staring at the skyline

Ten minutes of game chopping she say it's all mine

Fly shit is way more than a outfit

Not a mind set

It's unconscious

It's yo blood if you got it than you got

It

I walking up

Cover you baby momma eye lids

She like fly shit

Who's to say it's wrong or right

It's not her fault not my fault it's life

Not All of the finest things come heavy on the price

Still a do M4 gravy on the rice

Still a do the orange roughy fried hard extra seasoning

The hood still esthetically pleasing

you don't get respect from the lamest in ya set ya credit is teething

Didn't want to kill em but the world manifested a reason

crackhead Lo's

mid cut Nike socks

Polo off the shorts all that's missing is the high top

Fade

Mike get me crispy with the blade

Steam to the beard treatments

dollar well paid

Cruise control with the A/C on

Clipout cold The weed rolled

It s the summer time

crackhead Lo's

mid cut Nike socks

Polo off the shorts all that's missing is the high top

Fade

Mike get me crispy with the blade

Steam beard treatments dollar well paid

Cruise control with the A/C on

Clipout cold top down The weed rolled

It s the summer time