GrandeMarshall - Lupin III Lyrics
I got that hitter one stashed, mixing blunt hashIf you hit it, bet you quitting once that killah comes pastRiding through these city lights, '93 Accord with the bronze finish wheels on itMidnight Club 2 type feel on it, triple black tints on itBend the corners, whip appeal on it, sound trill don't it?Cooped up in the coupe, yeah, it's a couple who done heardThat the bul makes moves, smoother than Lupin the 3rdAnd word around town is that I'm boomingI don't ***** with ***** niggasNo Shippudens in my crew, manCutting off the loose endsIf them groupies start grouping then my niggas start recruitingSo shorty, is you choosing?Put your number in my [phone] so whenever I'm aloneI got a shorty I can callAnd girl, I ain't no playerI ain't never played shitI'm just good with faces and waistes and hittin' all your favorite placesAs far as track record goes, first dates is DavisJack, Glen or OtisAnd I noticed that you noticed I'm a lady killerGlad you noticedGrande get them like Bernard MullerGolgo in that GoyardSend that Polo to the graveyardYou tired of firing many hands get some flying ironRappers lying, critics crying saying that they ain't tryingTryna get in this game, stay in your laneJustin Gatlin, Action Jackson when im jacking puttin niggas in tractionsYeah church is definitely on the move I'm Bobby Jones wit mineYou back with that bullshit, that two to three to fourty fiveMy shit classic like 95, Kompressors with HIDsToast to shorties buying liquor for they niggas with fake IDsSome of my niggas sold trees, some played it straight, some just didn'tAll in all on my dogs got they mugga made they figuresMama birthed a hustler, pops taught me the gameOGs respect my craft, and I don't recognize the lamesIn the grande scheme of things***** these niggas, ***** these hoes, ***** your swag, your steeze***** your trees, ***** your clothesLupin III
