Latte Lyrics

Flipping stacks at Mach Speed

Clarance mad at the mock speech

Private school but he talks street

Cul de sac filled in, pool side chilling

Body count going up, got my hands on the ceiling

With the liquor in my palm, got your man auto-rizzin'

Running play, no intermission, got a plan with a vision

Stunting in this bitch like a Martian

My balls are hot, I'm liable of arson

A Python In The Room, not a Marvin

She's slurping on this wood, oh she carvin'

Surfing in the sheets slippery slopes of a marlin

Second wind is present in the dope where the jar sits

Second that you step into the func you'll know it's poppin

Now you know that I got the

Cul de sac filled in, pool side chilling

Body count going up, got my hands on the ceiling

With the liquor in my palm, got your man auto-rizzin'

Running play, no intermission, got a plan with a vision

Got the snakes and the fakes raising stakes as I'm poolside

Watch your mouth because these hands ain't too light

No telegraph, hit the gas, getting too high

Bump another line then I pray the stars align

Letting go of my steering wheel

This mode is my Achilles heel

Motion got my options sealed

Clutch but the gear is sealed

Swerve that lane so I know it's real

Stress is my dilemma, don't give a damn about the fame

Out of my face, I need Feng shui

You never met me upon my ends

Been a minute since I've hit a smile

Brought the spliff for another ride

Midnight run might let you down

Heard ya girl might let me pound

Life's a bitch when you sit around

So I'm getting lit, I got the

Cul de sac filled in, pool side chilling

Body count going up, got my hands on the ceiling

With the liquor in my palm, got your man auto-rizzin'

Running play, no intermission, got a plan with a vision

Sitting on my throne (Swervin' on these hoes)

Feeling all alone (Something for your low)

Wish I held it down with you(You only talk to me when you want some good shit)