DJ Drama - XXL Freshmen Cypher 2016 - Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Desiigner] Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey I be ridin' 'round town in the coupe Got the drop top hangin' like I'm Snoop Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it Got my young boys hangin' off the roof Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' Making grips of money, what it do? Huh, don't watch my moves Can't watch my shoes, can't clock my moves Don't watch my juice I be ridin' 'round the town in the coupe Got the drop top hangin' like I'm Snoop Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it Got my young boys hangin' off the roof Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' Making grips of money, what it do? Huh, don't watch my moves Can't clock my moves, I got my juice Don't watch my juice I be ridin' 'round the town in the coupe Everybody here think that I'm Snoop, hey Smokin' weed, sell Wiz like Khalifa And these n***as know what I'ma do Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' Making grips of money, what it do? Hey, there go my moves, everybody know I'm... [Literal murmuring] I be ridin' 'round the town in the coupe With the drop top hangin' like I'm Snoop Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it Got my young boys hangin' off the roof Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' Making grips of money, what it do? Hey, don't watch my moves Can't clock my moves, don't watch my shoes Don't cop my juice I be ridin' 'round...in the coupe With the...hangin' like I'm Snoop Hey, you be frontin' like you want it, you can get it Got my young boys hangin' off the roof, hey Hey, life Desiigner, he's mean drippin', he lean trippin' Making grips of money, what it do? Huh, don't watch my moves Can't watch my shoes, don't watch my juice I got my juice Hey, git, ayy! [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak & (Desiigner)] Yes, Lord I took your momma to Yard House I took her to Yard House I took your momma to Graystone We got in with no problems I bought us tickets to Keith Sweat It was live at Pechanga Look, I took your momma to Oxnard We went surfin' on longboards Like I hopped on the stage I hopped off the stage And got right on the plane I know it's a tent But I'm bringin' out Dre I'm bringin' out K I'm bringin' out TIP I'm lookin' 3 Stacks in the face I'm with the Free Nationals, what more can I say? This sh** is a trip Lemonade, Lemonade, baby I'm faithful What more can I say? I'm f**in' the flesh light to cope with the pain What more can I say? She staring and wavin' (git!) I'm lookin' the other way My mind on my paper, I don't like to slay her But she Asian and thick so I might have to slay (Grrrrraah!) Chop suey for the sidepiece, sushi for the main (Git) Look how far we came Tequila with the lime (Wow) Ginger with the taste I waited, I waited, I waited (git!) I waited I waited, I waited, I waited, I waited I got in line (Grrrrraah!) I did some records with Dre I got my feet in the game In one year I changed it You n***a's is late (Hiiigh!) My son is amazin', he look Korean but he dance like MJ He only in Pre-K, this... (Grrrrrrah!, git, heyyy) [Interlude: Lil Dicky + Anderson .Paak & (Desiigner)] You say... you say you f**ed a Fleshlight? I f**in'... to cope with the pain bro Bro, that's amazing (git) Lemonade, Lemonade It's amazing (Grrrrraaaah!) I f**ed a bunch of Fleshlights (Git, git, git, git) [Verse 3: Lil Dicky & (Desiigner)] New crib, doesn't got a driveway Still pullin' out when I'm f**in' by the fireplace b**h that I'm with used to f** around with Gosling I don't like to think about it, sh** is so exhaustin' Kissin' on your baby like the boy a politician Spittin' out tough sh**, overcooked chicken Hoppin' out the Lyft, no tippin', I'm rich So sick, getting' blown, I'm just makin' a wish Old boy gotta show out Only thing that you and I alike is they pronouns Girls tryna go out, white like a snowout Hair so straight, no blow out Touchdown score, no toe out Run around the telly bein' loud as f** They may stop comin' back, turn down for what? The name hotter than a mothef**in' crowded bus That Lil Dicky got Double-XL, what? Brrrrrat Do it, do it! (Grrrrraaah!)