Larry June Still Calculating Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
[?] let the beat rock
Shit, man, goddamn good job

[Chorus]
I been calculating, so much f*ckin' money on my wrist
Niggas elevated, do my money dance into the Ritz
300 for this kit, little more for this whip
Reloads when I dip, two more getting shipped
Said he can keep the extra, I'm sellin' her complexion
Connection out in Memphis, that thousand make a difference
This shit man on my hippy, I hit target from a distance
Cop it and redo it, demolition, I been winning

[Verse]
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
Who coppin'? I tailor made my rocket
I 100K my pocket, I'm in and out that Brabus
I'm sliding on my rivals, my old school seats? ostrich
This shit gettin' insane, even my toothbrush designer
Nigga, watch how I'm movin', f*ckin' with this toolie
This bitch a whole movie, she was straight gone chop screw me
Five hundred on diamonds, break her back on Collins (yeah baby)
Out the way, I'm modest (sock it to me), nigga, I'm just honest
Nigga, I'm just cautious, I was workin' two pots
Could've bought Bugatti with this shit that I be poppin'
Niggas ain't 'bout nothin', six up top, nigga, he frontin'
Niggas ain't 'bout shit, try to touch this, nigga, it's ugly (Damn)
Nigga, I'm locked in. I ain't called my mama (At all)
I ain't called my daddy, but both know that I love them
I'm feelin' like I'm trippin', ain't touch phone in a week
And tripping off these hoes, I real life don't need 'em A hundred K, we leavin', I'm revenue... retrieving
A Interview.. in Cleveland, she cat off, I'm leaving (Damn)
I smash off with Keisha, and double back with Lisa (I'm back)
A stash spot in the speaker, off catalog?, I'm eating

I'm a whole goddamn beast (Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy)
Put a whole eighth in a leaf, keep ten milli' in reach
And I'm practicing what I preach, I'm captivating, I'm eatin'
I think I found my niche
I sold boat loads of heat, yeah
Niggas keep on hatin', the bitch still gon' leave
She sharing her location, but M.I.A with me
I ain't trippin' off no bitch, you ain't even my main thing
I ain't trippin' off no list, and I don't operate off greed
I don't operate off hate
Bitch with me Black, but the K Japanese
105° outside, but this chain got me freeze
She filled you up with game
But your green-ass believe it, hundo, I'm creepin' (Damn)
Hundred K in blues, man, this shit gettin' too easy (Shit gettin' to easy)
(Yeah, TFM)

[Chorus]
I been calculating, so much f*ckin' money on my wrist
Niggas elevated, do my money dance into the Ritz
300 for this kit, little more for this whip
Reloads when I dip, two more getting shipped
Said he can keep the extra, I'm sellin' her complexion
Connection out in Memphis, that thousand make a difference
This shit man on my hippy, I hit target from a distance
Cop it and redo it, demolition, I been winning