Template - P-Lo

SF fitted gold grill in

Suzy on the beat watch me kill it

All I do is go up like the ceiling

Curry with the shot watch me shimmy

I ain’t timid

They ain’t heard this in a minute

Real bay boy ain’t no gimmick

Nah I don’t trap

I just hit hoes and make whap

Everytime I’m on it it’s a slap

Yeah

That’s what the hoes say

She take molly with the OJ

Seen yo bitch that’s my old thang

Killed this beat it’s a cold case

Freaky little thing roll the tree up

Send her one text wanna meet up

I don’t get top with my seat up

I hit the recline and

Give the peace sign

Ain’t bout that big, back then I decline

Red Button not the green one

Ultralight how I beam up

Want a hot towel when she clean up

When you a real boy you don’t need much

I can make something outta nada

Lightskin thang call me dada

That sauce got a lot of

I ain’t with that shit that you brought up

Yeah they heads what I’m coming for

I’m on the wave while they run the shore

Yeah they want it but I want It more

How you running when I got the torch

Yeah I swear I’m getting started up

Push a button when I start it up

She always tell me that I’m hard as fuck

Pretty thang got me hard as fuck

I wanna see what it do tho

Baby you know

All the hoes wanna kick it like I’m teaching judo

And I’m the sensei

You ain’t one I’m the template