Kontrol - AKA, Da L.E.S.

I got that goose in the booth, no dash

Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass

Big body Benz no gas, swag

So when the party ends I’mma call a few cabs

Aaaahhh

Sipping that goose, smoking that ooooo lalala

Girls just wanna have fun, party like one, nanana

Spend my funds, ShowTibz Love, Tibs, Boyzn Bucks

Please don’t kill my vibe, no Bambinos in my ride

Hot sixteen no pedophile

Guess I’m just, acting my age

Niggas practising hate

Went from 5 clippa to 25 steena a day

Sip champagne, when you order you should «Parlez Vous Francaise»

Then we can take this back to my place, so what you say?

I got that goose in the booth no dash

Quarter tank, 2am puff puff pass

Big body Benz no gas, swag

So when the party ends I’mma call a few cabs

Aaaah

I got a fist full of Madibas in my hand

Catch me on a highway rolling with my gang

Khuli Chana pop your collar, phuz’utshwala man

Thank God it’s a Friday, here we go again

And I be like uh oh, I’m so gone

I’m so faded, I’m so blown

Like how the hell did I get here, and how the hell am I getting home?

I don’t care bring more kush

I don’t care bring more domes

Keep popping that pussy for me, it’s bottom line, stone cold

I go hard in the bank, fuck what you heard this my city

My eyes low, blowing dank cause only the realest ride with me

Mandela money that empowers me and a bunch of bad bitches that go wild for me

Cause I’m killing all of these bars bitch, now somebody order another round for

me

I got Givenchy on my back, your mami on my lap

My bottom row?

That’s solid gold.

Diwali on my neck

Egoli hoes chase phony bros, for Patek Philippe and Rolex

But that’s how it goes, another episode, when I’m riding round in this Benz

My haters is quiet.

My ganja’s so loud

They call me Hip Hop Messiah flyer than your pantsula, woah

I’m drinking and driving thinking 'bout money and power

Smoking that sticky, eyes as chinky as Shinji Kagawa