Convertable Burt Remix - Saint James 502 (Ft August Whitelock)

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  Hop out benz im like ay, watch how pick up ya bae/
  Pop off like begin a race, shot call like billards the game/
  u Chill in the shade, while profits just build in the safe/

Pill and some dank, i think that i'm blowed/
  Dont think i just go, dont hate no way im too grown/
  i heard your whole gang want the smoke/
Till I pull up and let the chrome wave like a boat/

  I'm firing shots the iron is hot, a little unhinged some wires got crossed/
  Keep bumping them lips, an they'll wire your jaw/
   Run game on the court retire your squad/

   Too tired to walk, flew by in the drop, whip round like fuck it ain't mine or my broads/
New tires that cost the price of your spot/
   Stay high as the top of a spire thats goth-ical/

  Sickle to slice up the gwap, new pencil to write on the spot/
You liars get caught, then fried like a brat/
huge ripples like the size of a pond/

  Bitches be sliding on knees, these women be lying me/
   Fuck do i look a seat, hop in the whip im like vroom, aint noone flyer than me/

Wipe down peice, no prints like a fish/
  They wish i would quit, no fuck that i never throw in/
The towel, throw down till the end/
   No doubt i'm gone live, the rookies all howl at the wind/

You not with the shit, so stop acting big, before it blow up like a noodle in here/
The shit that they doing is wierd/
   Why dudes out here grooming they beards/ and matching they shoes and they ears/

  Whip out the sheers, lets trim out the fleece, an i been the GOAT, now thin out the sheep/
   The bogging down now guess they ran out of steam/
My squad is all gas like they went out to eat/
 
I murder the coupe, all black, convertible roof, top back/
They heard I'm the truth, all facts/

  Bitch i be gone, gone with the wind, im rolling black like the ball on a pen/
  I'm really that lit, this stong got me bent/
This philly i hit, made me cough like im sick/

//2nd Verse - August Whitelock