Grande Marshall - Lupin III lyrics

I got that hitter one stashed, mixing blunt hash If you hit it, bet you quitting once that k**ah comes past Riding through these city lights, '93 Accord with the bronze finish wheels on it Midnight Club 2 type feel on it, triple black tints on it Bend the corners, whip appeal on it, sound trill don't it? Cooped up in the coupe, yeah, it's a couple who done heard That the bul makes moves, smoother than Lupin the 3rd And word around town is that I'm booming I don't f** with b**h n***as No Shippudens in my crew, man Cutting off the loose ends If them groupies start grouping then my n***as start recruiting So shorty, is you choosing? Put your number in my [phone] so whenever I'm alone I got a shorty I can call And girl, I ain't no player I ain't never played sh** I'm just good with faces and waistes and hittin' all your favorite places As far as track record goes, first dates is Davis Jack, Glen or Otis And I noticed that you noticed I'm a lady k**er Glad you noticed Grande get them like Bernard Muller Golgo in that Goyard Send that Polo to the graveyard You tired of firing many hands get some flying iron Rappers lying, critics crying saying that they ain't trying Tryna get in this game, stay in your lane Justin Gatlin, Action Jackson when im jacking puttin n***as in tractions Yeah church is definitely on the move I'm Bobby Jones wit mine You back with that bullsh**, that two to three to fourty five My sh** cla**ic like 95, Kompressors with HIDs Toast to shorties buying liquor for they n***as with fake IDs Some of my n***as sold trees, some played it straight, some just didn't All in all on my dogs got they mugga made they figures Mama birthed a hustler, pops taught me the game OGs respect my craft, and I don't recognize the lames In the grande scheme of things f** these n***as, f** these hoes, f** your swag, your steeze f** your trees, f** your clothes Lupin III