[Verse 1] Grab a gyro and a cold pop cause I'm a roll I ain't making no stops bitches stay tryna throw shots Until I'm in they face like botox Crazy nigga with me, bet he throw a fit Let me give you a glimpse of the niggas I'm with They pets just came from the vet They ride on my side like Lilo n' Stitch Busy while you on a futon, taking off like a Groupon Started upsetting they feeling vicious No gun on me, but I trigger bitches (grra) Shop at the thrift store, just know how to style it This 5 dollars, but look 5000 And I rock his shit, money first If you want a verse I'm a 2pac his shit [Chorus] More green than lime, 2-4-7, I grind We ain't talking bout the lime? Disconnecting my line Let a opp come on my block you know we letting rounds out All my niggas stay up on the corner like they in time-out Hustle, hustle
[Verse 2] Streets jealous with insecurities When you see me I'm with security Jump out a old school, turn you old news That's the definition of maturity If yo company come for me, try yall best I'll take yall checks like the Irs Then hit the mall for a new necklace While you in the crib broke watching Netflix Niggas boring me, they not flattering Same thing everyday like a phone pattern The shit they talking not mattering Got money everywhere like its scattering Keep a business mind, can't nobody do this shit greater Come for my paper, then I might buy you a Hall later Bitch!
[Hook] More green than lime, 2-4-7, I grind We ain't talking bout the lime? Disconnecting my line Let a opp come on my block you know we letting rounds out All my niggas stay up on the corner like they in time-out Hustle, hustle
[Hook] More green than lime, 2-4-7, I grind We ain't talking bout the lime? Disconnecting my line Let a opp come on my block you know we letting rounds out All my niggas stay up on the corner like they in time-out Hustle, hustle
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43591685