Big K.R.I.T. - Etc Etc lyrics

[Hook] We are the best of the best player Take you round the world and up like elevators And they, they try to duplicate us But they could never be that's between you and me Et cetera, et cetera But they could never be that's between you and me [Verse One: Big K.R.I.T.] Dare I say, player? fuchsia alligators Looking through my eyesight like looking at a skyline Wi-fi my aura, I'm so online I'm late enough to be on time She dived yours and Jumped on mineIt's pimp pimpin', silk lining Plush linens, hand stitchingI'm picture perfect, hieroglyphic If she ain't down, her homegirl wit it Turning heads, lock like dreads Caution, no trickin', just excessive grain grippin' Cup full of drank, blunt rolled, I'm lane switchin' Me and King Tut had the same visions Either stay home or come with it Some dig, but most miss it I'm droppin' presents for the ungifted If you was in the lead, the momentum just shifted A-team, 3 kings, 4 great feats Name another Mississippian on a Ski beat [Hook] [Verse Two: Curren$y] I'm up now, so b**hes break trees down Coffee tables turn funny how funny style b**hes come out n***as like they was pregnant with ‘em Run with cleats on these beats, I am not slippin' At your women, FeBreeze venom, I clean k** ‘em Green linen, weed so soft I go so hard Think of new flows in my old school car Windex, no streaks on my gla** house And I know you won't rest that a** b**h, don't get it twisted, ho, not so fast Jets in the cut, n***as just collectin' like scabs I smash, brushing my Dickies free of the ash A 7 gram bag, ceramic one hitter in my stash Not a thread outta place, eyes red, outta space Drop bread, get out my face [Hook] [Verse Three: Smoke DZA] No s**er sh**, we G'd up, it's a boss movement Just Enjoy This sh**, f** you thought, stupid? Rappers, as if, they all clueless Cook up sk**s like a culinary art student We, get it poppin' like we ‘sposed to do Instead of kissing a** and s**ing dick like most of you Living on your knees, you got no control f**ing haters, kick rocks with open toes Lil' mama wanna roll with some winners 'Cause we got more cheddar and the weed taste better Big bambooze pack, my vision stay blurry Weed purple like a Lakers away jersey Plethora flows, plethora hoes Down to do whatever I like, they don't never oppose Gold diggers tryna get their purse filled But I send ‘em straight to voicemail DZA [Hook]