Private Valet

Yo, don't ever call yourself a man if you can't keep your composure, nigga Straight up (straight up), it's a little game for you Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus Straight back to it though (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yeah, Lambo Evo press a couple buttons parked it right by the speed boat Sipping on some real shit, touchdown Chi town making a real bitch Colored eyes brown skin and you know she real thick 'Nother half a million dollars spent but I sleep good Talking big numbers with the bitch while I grip the wood Check it out, all these big facts though she head me out Heated toilets in the bathroom, sending emails out She got a whole situation But ready to risk it all I ain't with the drama When you ready, just give me a call I know I'm just checking the mail but got that shit on (for real) I'm a little younger than dude but still big bro When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy I can talk like this 'cause I live that You niggas know my background, don't play with it Hothead, short-tempered quick to tote the semi It get foggy in my city, can't be acting timid Might do the mink with the midnight Doors open up on the Lamborghini like fisheye Nigga this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They don't got no love for you, love for you, love for you Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Gotta stay on your ten, nigga It's a lot of eyes on you Move smart, nigga Nigga this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track, wild