Lo Mein

Mhm, mhm
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Chapo
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Yeah
Woo, woo, woo
Bands, they keep thumbin'
Say you gettin' money, I’m like «no way»
I love my bruddas, I keep my 'cutta, I can’t feel no pain
Say she want half this monkey, I want the whole thing
And I came in this bitch, XD out, cook 'em like lo mein
Huh, and I dress fly just like the best man
These niggas cap, I wouldn’t even dap 'em with the
Left hand, twin G-Locks on me, no vest, man
Got two bad hoes on me, they say they
Best friends, know 'lil niggas grippin' them FNs
Pop A1 pills this month, I’m countin' my
Blessings, know niggas ain’t really steppin', no
Look, I die for my respect, give a fuck if you like me
I’m Mr. Check Please, mix the Ksubi and Off-White tee
Glizzy on my left, shoot a clip like I’m Spike Lee
I was off the 'Xan, she said «I really thought you liked me»
Oh, you want a name? Oh, you claim you with that one shit?
Blicky on me bang at yo' brain, is you dumb, bitch?
I was ridin' fast, pass them troopers on some dumb shit
I’m fittin' 4 rings for the team, like we won shit
Know a couple hoes that fucked the gang and show no shame
Brand new, brand new chain, boy, this ain’t no Johnny Dang
These bitches love my face, and I smell like the bank
New G63, push this bitch like it’s a tank
Smokin' OG by the bowl, and I don’t like my bitches plain
I’m wit' Khanny loc, like, bro pour up that drank
This bitch playin' wit her nose, I’m not the one to blame
This bitch playin' wit her nose, I’m not the one to blame
Nah, nah