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