Sirens

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Started at the bottom like I'm looking at her booty

Asking me for money, I'm a blow it like I'm Hootie

Buffalo, where you find me, throwing Bills like I'm Flutie

She a product of the nineties, I'm a show her like I'm Truman, ooh

'fore the night is over, she will beso me, muah

Got your girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strong

Making all of these bangers for girls who look like Topanga

Who grew up in Staten Island, banging 36 Chambers

Ya listening to history in the making now

Trying to retire at thirty with a vacation house

That money funny like Jefferson on a twenty

Ivy League like I'm hangin' out with Beyoncé and Jeezy now

Swaggin', I can see you impress

She on her knees and she ain't trying to confess

Save me the stress, ya girl already say I'm the best

She came to my show just to get my name on her chest

Call 9-1-1

Tell the operator she ain't lookin' for a player

We can have some fun

We could be together from now until whenever

Just call me up

And I'll put out the fire that be burning inside

We can roll in my ride and make the sirens go

She make the sirens go

cause I love it, do it for my people

Words are like my ammo, bang, bang, reload

Watch me as I freak flows, ball hard on these beats though

Used to take the bus, now I whip it like I'm Devo

Nowadays we sittin' court side at every Knicks game

Close enough to go and hand Carmelo my mixtape

Models in my phone book, bout to make a mistake

Tell'em spread the love like we living in the six days

My friends say that my life is like a movie dog

I'm bangin' actress after actress like they groupies dog

She think I'm James Bond, you just an afterthought

These rappers beggin' for any song in my catalogue

Working nine-to-five, but the opposite

Killing it so much, they bout to build me a monument

Tell her "we can do it in the dorm room of your colleges

And she can rock my muthafucking world or earn an scholarship

Okay, I know it's frowned upon, but I'm in a text, I got your b***h in it, don't mention it

Those who want the D and I appreciate the sentiment

Can't afford to own it, I'm just leasing it and renting it

Cause I am not cuffing s**t, I am not no odd boy

I'm more like a hot boy, Gucci leather socks boy

Fin dripping in the kitchen whippin' up the box toy

I get it for the low, I bet you get it for a lot boy

Last night at the Trump towers taking drunk showers

At the airport, they went through my bag and found a bunch of weed that was not ours

If it's not reeking than it's not sour

Smoke in her face, you don't need a vase for these bouquet, then buy flowers

*Phone ring*

Hey, Hoodie! What's going on man? Todd Ferman calling over from Gigantic Records. Man we just listened to your project, I got a bunch of writers up here, every one in the office is flippin' out. Man, I just wanted to call ya and let you know that we really, really love it, but we just wanna, you know, take it that next level. First thing I would want to do with you is get you a little bit more matured. Throw on a bowtie every now and then, carry a cane around, and wear a grey wig. But other than that, we really love it. Please call me when you get a chance. Once again, Todd Ferman, Gigantic Records. We love your album but we really want to change everything