Big L.c.t. Had Me Like (feat. Evince)
[Chorus]
Driving through the city
With the top down
Had me like
Gotcha girl in the front
Couple more in the back like
By the end of the night
We were all turning up like
Party at the crib
And they playing my song like
[Verse 1]
Ohhh finna buy a couple grands
Of the grams
Then I'll blow it by the ounce
Finna drive up in the city
Fuck the girls that's in your town
I can make your girl come
Even when I'm not around
If you not talkin' money
Please do not open your mouth
3, real simple mathematics man
That's it
I'm the boss, I'm the player
I'm the shit
You done look like you done
Prolly broke your wrist
It's me & Evince in the motherfuckin'
Whip
We've been in the city, on the road
Tryna do shows
Uber where we go
That's just how it goes
Homie do like you suppose
I'm a rockstar
You ain't on the same level
You ain't even close!
Evince always pullin' bitches
And they never wearing clothes
Whole team gettin' paper
Man I'm really not opposed
Money tall like I'm standing
On my toes
We did it independent
But we sounding like we pros, ya
[Chorus]
Driving through the city
With the top down
Had me like
Gotcha girl in the front
Couple more in the back like
By the end of the night
We were all turning up like
Party at the crib
And they playing my song like
[Verse 2]
I went from
Nightmares to good dreams
To reality & lucid
We don't need to go to class
We're popping like we're stupid
My
Bank account is Jewish
Doing things I thought it couldn't
All the stars aligned
I guess they f..cking with the movement
You can hate if you want
But to me you just dead
I'm getting all free clothes
I'm never paying again
I'm headed toward my dreams
I'm on the way there now
You could hop up in the back
And we could turn it real loud
Uh, I keep the fluid fluent
Gotta keep it going, moving
Marijuana smoking, potent
Gotta keep it flowing
Let a brother know it
This everything I want
This is everything I breath
If you brought a couple girls
That's like everything I need
The Hennessey, jealousy
Frenemies, enemies
It don't work its way to me
I am not Chaining Tatum
I prefer Chain-Z
Now I'm stepping off the mic
Boy, it's L.C.T
[Chorus]
Driving through the city
With the top down
Had me like
Gotcha girl in the front
Couple more in the back like
By the end of the night
We were all turning up like
Party at the crib
And they playing my song like