BALDY JAMES ft. prod.myles Lyrics

Shots of Teremana, we all watching our figure

Suits tailor-made, legs tapered to fit, nigga

Thom Browne, play in-house like the Dogg Pound

Jones Snoop, Myles Daz, baby we the Hustle Hound

Sold my two-tone and I regret it

The Benz premium, I miss paying for that unleaded

Yeah, motherfucker, I said it

But if you think for one sec downgrading

Cocksucker dead it

Temper like Carmy from the Bear

Haven't lost a fade since I lost my hair

White Sox fitted with a bent-up brim

Even though I'm bald, hoes still give me trim

Bembury Crocs got mud on them

Cause I upped and made it out the hood on them

And I still throw my fo's in the club on them

To show the Loc's back home

Jones good, homie

Fried lobster bites from Lil' Steak Alley

Zoom call interviews trying to find a nanny

Cause the grannies these days still outside

At Flood's or even popping shit online

I logged off the gram for some clear thinking

I quit smoking, but I'm still drinking

I'm still on bullshit, still daydreaming

Snapping out of penthouses with the high ceiling

Da-da-da-da-da, yeah, nigga

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da

I'm off-beat, but fuck it

Hustle Hound Records, man

Either you in or you out

And if you out

Put a motherfuckin' gun in your mouth