Lupin III by GrandeMarshall Lyrics
I got that hitter one stashed, mixing blunt hash
If you hit it, bet you quitting once that killah comes past
Riding through these city lights, '93 Accord with the bronze finish wheels on it
Midnight Club 2 type feel on it, triple black tints on it
Bend the corners, whip appeal on it, sound trill don't it?
Cooped up in the coupe, yeah, it's a couple who done heard
That the bul makes moves, smoother than Lupin the 3rd
And word around town is that I'm booming
I don't fuck with bitch niggas
No Shippudens in my crew, man
Cutting off the loose ends
If them groupies start grouping then my niggas start recruiting
So shorty, is you choosing?
Put your number in my [phone] so whenever I'm alone
I got a shorty I can call
And girl, I ain't no player
I ain't never played shit
I'm just good with faces and waistes and hittin' all your favorite places
As far as track record goes, first dates is Davis
Jack, Glen or Otis
And I noticed that you noticed I'm a lady killer
Glad you noticed
Grande get them like Bernard Muller
Golgo in that Goyard
Send that Polo to the graveyard
You tired of firing many hands get some flying iron
Rappers lying, critics crying saying that they ain't trying
Tryna get in this game, stay in your lane
Justin Gatlin, Action Jackson when im jacking puttin niggas in tractions
Yeah church is definitely on the move I'm Bobby Jones wit mine
You back with that bullshit, that two to three to fourty five
My shit classic like 95, Kompressors with HIDs
Toast to shorties buying liquor for they niggas with fake IDs
Some of my niggas sold trees, some played it straight, some just didn't
All in all on my dogs got they mugga made they figures
Mama birthed a hustler, pops taught me the game
OGs respect my craft, and I don't recognize the lames
In the grande scheme of things
Fuck these niggas, fuck these hoes, fuck your swag, your steeze
Fuck your trees, fuck your clothes
Lupin III
If you hit it, bet you quitting once that killah comes past
Riding through these city lights, '93 Accord with the bronze finish wheels on it
Midnight Club 2 type feel on it, triple black tints on it
Bend the corners, whip appeal on it, sound trill don't it?
Cooped up in the coupe, yeah, it's a couple who done heard
That the bul makes moves, smoother than Lupin the 3rd
And word around town is that I'm booming
I don't fuck with bitch niggas
No Shippudens in my crew, man
Cutting off the loose ends
If them groupies start grouping then my niggas start recruiting
So shorty, is you choosing?
Put your number in my [phone] so whenever I'm alone
I got a shorty I can call
And girl, I ain't no player
I ain't never played shit
I'm just good with faces and waistes and hittin' all your favorite places
As far as track record goes, first dates is Davis
Jack, Glen or Otis
And I noticed that you noticed I'm a lady killer
Glad you noticed
Grande get them like Bernard Muller
Golgo in that Goyard
Send that Polo to the graveyard
You tired of firing many hands get some flying iron
Rappers lying, critics crying saying that they ain't trying
Tryna get in this game, stay in your lane
Justin Gatlin, Action Jackson when im jacking puttin niggas in tractions
Yeah church is definitely on the move I'm Bobby Jones wit mine
You back with that bullshit, that two to three to fourty five
My shit classic like 95, Kompressors with HIDs
Toast to shorties buying liquor for they niggas with fake IDs
Some of my niggas sold trees, some played it straight, some just didn't
All in all on my dogs got they mugga made they figures
Mama birthed a hustler, pops taught me the game
OGs respect my craft, and I don't recognize the lames
In the grande scheme of things
Fuck these niggas, fuck these hoes, fuck your swag, your steeze
Fuck your trees, fuck your clothes
Lupin III