Cordon Bleu (Feat. David Wesson)

(Shh)
What up, bro?
Uh, uh

Went from riding hoopties to a Mercedes, I can't crash now
That lane you niggas on is hot, I ran that on my last route
Played for a 9 at 5 AM, I felt like it was last night
Bro dropped the fifty in the Audi with the drag pipe (skrr)
Same one, grew up in the hood, they used to laugh at me
Fast forward, how they start before me then I passed niggas?
She stay down, she get a Birkin 'cause the bag different
Knew what I was 'bout when she came across my last bitch
Nigga look at us, this is what you call from rags to riches
Always on point, even if it's last minute
Nigga how you expect for me to act? Never had shit
Heart chrome as fuck, six thousand for a cashmere
Coulda got a deuce but got a dime for the attachment
It was mines, so every time I'm pressing five when you tap in
Drinking Texas with a Houston thing, she like my accent
Roll your own, I been through some things so I can't pass this

Gave her a different taste palette, Fendi race jacket
Diamond Iraq, drum on the MAC, it's big as Tay Savage
While all these niggas over whoopin', we be Rollie coupin' (where we at with it?)
This shit so real, stamp on the bricks, I got her name tatted
Griselda Blanco in my poncho, got my Wraith matted
Been going crazy with the blue new Louis straitjacket (what else?)
Off of that Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I had to Arab it
Brodie ran up seven figures on his JPay tablet (what else?)

Know we the Mafia but we not from the Shoreline
All of these Roxycontins got my pockets blue as Cordon (Papa Smurf)
Just left three-hundred racks at Saks Fifth with Norhan
'Cause I been going dummy off the OJ, I'm a oxymoron (getting to it)
Might pull up brand new TRX, I feel like Zordon
He got a dinosaur hustle, The Land Before Time (where we at with it)
Might pull up new Bentley Azure or the Royce dime (skrr)
He got a prehistoric coupe, that ain't the sport kind (talk to me)
Cook up the white and make it bubble like some fluoride (whip it up)
Slappin' on Big Sean block, 6 Mile to Northlawn (Brickmob)
Switchy on back of the Glock, it's a for sure thing (glick)
All of these turnarounds, a nigga damn near like a tour guide (a travel agent)
We came from popping collars up, we used to joyride (riding hot)
Spent twenty thousand on these buffs, don't call me four eyes (Boldy blocks)
All of these choppers in the cut, look like a toy drive (from the streets)
Opposite of Snow on tha Bluff, from the Northside (from Detroit)

Gave her a different taste palette, Fendi race jacket
Diamond Iraq, drum on the MAC, it's big as Tay Savage
While all these niggas over whoopin', we be Rollie coupin' (where we at with it?)
This shit so real, stamp on the bricks, I got her name tatted
Griselda Blanco in my poncho, got my Wraith matted
Been going crazy with the blue new Louis straightjacket (what else?)
Off of that Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I had to Arab it (yeah)
Brodie ran up seven figures on his JPay tablet
Let's get it