Larry June – Larry’s Diner Pt. 2 (Lyrics & Video)

Larry’s Diner Pt. 2 – Larry June Lyrics

(F-f-f-ff-full of culture now)

It's so many numbers on my fuckin' schedule

I reached in the cooler, wit' the emeralds all in my bezel (Bezel, bezel, bezel)

Before I pulled off, gotta check the levels

Pocket full of Jacksons, I'm just stackin', I ain't spending nothin'

Yellow Bottega with a number, they only made a few

G-Wagon, all up the 5, I shoulda took the coupe (Five, five, five)

Organized crime, gotta stay organized, when you playin' wit' them pies

Sometimes, I'm wakin' up with cold sweats

Niggas wanna snake me, watch cost a 80

KD with a sneer, lil' tuck in a Mercedes ('Cedes, 'cedes, 'cedes)

I'm way too advanced, I'm

And you brought sand to the beach, I brought snow to Alaska (Alaska, Alaska, Alaska)

But my income passive, portfolio massive

I'm chillin', checkin' the irrigation at the castle (Chillin', chillin', chillin')

When the 296, I'm spinnin', turnt off the traction (Traction, traction, traction)

Soon as the Michelin's hit the tarmac, I'm straight to it

These jawns prayin' that they get a call back

I want it all, so I make sure I spend my time wisely (Wisely, wisely, wisely)

Articulate myself well when talkin' dollars

My seat back as I'm cruisin' through the sunset

Hunnid so new, I ain't even get to thumb yet

I'm telling niggas, get down or lay down

We takin' over shit, we want ownership, equity

Cuttin' off anything wit' hoe tendencies

Don't pity me, swimming pool infinity

You miniscule, I'm big league

Dustin' off my 'Rari keys

Uh, 296s, SF90s

Matted out Ducatis, chromed out

Tilted to the side, watch that shit get to droppin'

I had dreams of that Mazi', woke up in a Bentley on my way to Serramonte

Fuck it, who coppin'?

Aye, aye, aye

Uh, God damn

Aye, aye, aye

Damn, 296s, SF90s

Aye, aye, aye

God damn, sock it to me

Good job