WilliamGold - Floor 38 Lyrics

No more time on the meter
No more hunnids on the dash of my two seater
Do the dash wit the roof popped when the city heat up
Always bold in the city when my niggas meet up
Dorchester T'd up
Meet Lisa and her friends in the section and we up
Got brothers on the west end makin investments
Supreme combat vest and Cuban necklace

You can't get in wit no spot on the checklist
We check in be miles up yea we notice you checkin
False flaggin that's you and yuh best friend
Be trynna flex and you out here reckless don't get caught slippin
Get out my cup it's too expensive it's just for sippin
I alley oop to my nigga watch him catch it like pippin
Sold my all star 23 for some balenciagas
They say I'm actin kind beasty cause my check got commas

Just so you know the Louie cross body is comin next
Carry the Virgil on my back got new tats on my chest
Who trynna impress?
Im wit yuh girl cause she told me that she wanted the best
You spend yuh nights on strangers snap stories trynna boost yuh clout up
City girls turn into regulators, they all mount up
Sneakin dollars at KOD's trynna run they account up
Got money counters at the crib keep the change on the counter
Let you keep the allowance
We up for better days
Never dealing with the hardships cause we makin waves
I had the answers then I lost em trynna get it back
Only way is to step away from allat conscious rap

Then drop bars when they least expect it
Till they chop it up bout my track call that the leathal weapon
Remember nights in Bel Air lookin down at the lights
Chopped it up wit bro we envisioned what our lives could be like
Couple tragedies hit us hard and we made the adjustments
Now it's trips to the city so high we lookin above it
And I'm startin to love it