Exotic lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, straight up out the trenches, mane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, this on? Yeah

[Verse]
Ayy, I step alone, I'm rockin' VLONE when on timing
I do the dash, blue Bimmer super fast, b*tch look like Sonic (Skrrt)
This that Pink Runtz, you can keep that cheap stuff, I smoke exotic
Lil' b*tch super bad, I hit her from the back, snatch off her bonnet
I'm a real n*gga, I'ma keep it real with ya, you ain't gotta question that
b*tch, I'm from a city where we cook dope and dress in black (Black)
Your name in black and white, you lose your stripe, can't second guess a rat
Give me the at, I'm tryna dunk like the 2007 Shaq (Come on)
She love a street n*gga out the trenches, uh
She say you broke as f*ck and you be actin' stingy, uh
I got some shh for the low, I ain't talkin' 'bout shimmy, uh
I'm a big n*gga, I don't wanna leave that kitchen, uh (No)
I couldn't even see my grandma 'cause my jugg trippin' (That jugg)
Sometimes you gotta cut a n*gga off for bullsh*ttin'
We got old school Chevys and drop-top Porsches (Yeah)
Come walk a mile in these retro Jordans (No)
A lot of sh*t went left, know I had to get right
I need a thousand ones, I'm finna flood this b*tch tonight
Some of you b*tches don't know how much you'll get if you just don't ask (Facts)
Some of you n*ggas don't know how to do a f*ckin' thing 'cept flaggin', uh (Facts)
Some of you n*ggas be talkin' 'bout motion, knowin' you ain't havin' (Huh?)
Don't know nothin' 'bout no trappin' (Huh?), ain't never been in traffic
She real pretty b*tch, but she gon' leave when it get ugly
Say she love n*ggas with motion, she be screamin' when we f*ckin'
n*gga broker than a b*tch, but he talkin' 'bout he thuggin'
I got three cell phones, n*gga, two of 'em for my buddy (Brrt, brrt)
I was taught to stand on business and don't let a n*gga side me, n*gga
Never been no cheerleader, but I'll still catch a body, n*gga
All my n*ggas really eatin', look like you on a diet, n*gga (pus*y)
Money talks, bullsh*t walks, so be quiet
[Outro]
She real pretty b*tch, but she gon' leave when it get ugly
Say she love n*ggas with motion, she be screamin' when we f*ckin'
n*gga broker than a b*tch, but he talkin' 'bout he thuggin'
I got three cell phones, n*gga, two of 'em for my buddy (Brrt, brrt)
I was taught to stand on business and don't let a n*gga side me, n*gga
Never been no cheerleader, but I'll still catch a body, n*gga (pus*y)