Tg3 - Shawty 2 Hotty

I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
Pull up with shawty two seater Bugatti
Had to clean the seats in the Maserati
Always keepin my head up in the clouds
Top service on a flight out to Bali
I ain't never worried though
Two live crew sippin Four Loko
Me llama papi on the low low
Beat the kitty till ya say no mo
That's a promise I could never break
Fine china man you lookin like a centerpiece
Nails did, hair did, yeah u on fleek
Drop it low like prices at a swap meet
I can pick it up never been sloppy
Only when you dutty whine upon me
Lemme break it down
You can't be up in my circle cause you never round
Real niggas I ain't messin with a funny style
Saying that you got it looking like a clown
Hell nah you can't be on the team
Switching up quicker than the boi KD
Tour out from Oakland to NYC
We going global check out the travels
All foreign stamps come with TSA hassles
I see these niggas just hating always debating
But never left school with a tassel
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
Look
Yall just pose for the gram
I'm making moves for the grands
I'm making moves for the grants
I'm making moves for the bands
I'm making moves for my band
Moves for my team, moves for my dream
I do not sleep, I just eat beats
Hustle every week, shout out Veek Weaks
Get on my wavelength, get on my level
Plot on that watch nigga, plot on that bezel
I can make fire with the pen or the pencil
I do yoga, gotta get myself centered
Team player nigga, no I'm not self-centered
Shooting guard, nah I can't call myself a center
Baritone yeah, but I'm sometimes tenor
Got no leash and I got no tether
All dubs, no L's, call me Mayweather
Yeah
You got, plaque in your mouth
I want, plaques in my house
Big lion, you just a mouse
We grind, you on the couch
She fine, I'm taking you out
Take chances, you get take out
East Coast Beast, I'm out
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
Muji point 38 right on my waist
Goodwill I rock that shit down to my toes
All you niggas talk about Nike air but ain't been on the plane to see half the globe
You ain't running shit just run out of breath
Shawty yelling like a nigga was deaf
Cause I been in the studio with the mix
I'm cooking niggas when they deem me the chef
It ain't gotta be to me, just know I'm intercepting
I'm putting in my heart and soul, this shit is an investment
I made it to the party they didn't put me on the guest list
You reckless boy knock it off
I was itching with a tick, you ain't clock at all
In the park I got a stick and then some ethanol
And best of all, I came for the rest to ball
I throw the alley for the oop then we check the call
Getting salad with a soup, can't wreck the jaws
Putting mileage on the coupe but I balance on the stoop
It don't matter what I do, bet I check it off
And I get a check with it
Collecting it and never wrecking it
I'm saving and paving a new set of lessons
Wake up everyday and counting all my blessings
Imma nigga from the West of A but I party from the East to the Bay like
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody
I'm with my shawty you know she's a hotty
We pull up in the big body
She call me cocky I got it
We ain't worried bout nobody

Written by:
Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks

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