Above Average lyrics

[Intro]
Aw yeah, TYMadeIt

[Chorus: Valee]
New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks)
I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (And it's matte)
Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two G's (Ran me two G's)
My b*tch an actress, her bag got two C's (Bag got two C's)
My b*tch above average like a B-minus
I got a sl*t that I slide on in the projects
I changed my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal
Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Two b*tches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin')
Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin')
Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it)
Got rips in my Balmain, they missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' some threads)
Pull up in the vert, that b*tch missin' a head
I'm pickin' up racks and it's for an appearance
I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it
I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
f*ck 'round with Valee made me wanna go cop that Yves Saint Laurent (Uh)
Two hundred bucks I at least make a month (Uh)
Fig get to rollin', let me face the blunt (Exotic)
Your ho always roll up, she know I don't want her, I play her, controller
Just had a lil' soldier, 2K for the stroller (Yeah)
Flow sick like Ebola and keep some bandola
Strapped up like Magnolia, this b*tch always loaded
Every time I go to the bank, make withdrawals
sh*t be takin' all day, you'd think somebody froze it
Way 'fore I ran up that bank, froze my neck
I was wild in the hood, seein' straps, let me hold it
Coke and whatever was sellin', we sold it (Yeah, I sold that)
Watch what we say, so we found out who told it
Before I got mama a house, bought a Rolex
I was eighteen with that sack, I ain't know sh*t
[Chorus: Valee]
New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks)
I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (And it's matte)
Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two G's (Ran me two G's)
My b*tch an actress, her bag got two C's (Bag got two C's)
My b*tch above average like a B-minus
I got a sl*t that I slide on in the projects
I changed my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal
Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Two b*tches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin')
Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin')
Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it)
Got rips in my Balmain, they missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' some threads)
Pull up in the vert, that b*tch missin' a head
I'm pickin' up racks and it's for an appearance
I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it
I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa

[Verse 2: G Herbo & Valee]
Put on that drip in these Balenci' sneakers
Paint up your t-shirt, no Mona Lisa
I had on VLONE, now I'm rockin' a beater
Stick got Supersport, it's far from a beater
Told her to throw it, she gon' throw it, I call her Jeter
My car got no plates, I still pick up a eater
I pour codeine in the Faygo two-liter
Exhaust on that b*tch super hot, ooh, fever (Woo)
Necklace gon' chill that b*tch out like a Fiji
My b*tch gettin' excited, I bought her some flats
I f*ck from the side, not that much from the back
I quit the codeine, I went out off the Act' (Act')
Meek came home, told me get f*ck out the 'Raq
I'm askin' G Herbo like, "n*gga, where at?"
I know he ain't cappin', the signs say "No hat"
[Chorus: Valee]
New Gucci slacks (New Gucci slacks)
I'ma pull up in the coupe and it's matte (And it's matte)
Sleepin' on my mattress, it ran me two G's (Ran me two G's)
My b*tch an actress, her bag got two C's (Bag got two C's)
My b*tch above average like a B-minus
I got a sl*t that I slide on in the projects
I changed my exhaust pipes, sound like it's not legal
Got knots in my pocket, look like I been stealin' (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Two b*tches with me, nobody third wheelin' (Nobody third wheelin')
Percocet hit me, I'm glad I'm not steerin' (I'm glad I'm not steerin')
Smokin' exotic, you already hear it (Hmm, you already hear it)
Got rips in my Balmain, they missin' some threads (Hmm, missin' some threads)
Pull up in the vert, that b*tch missin' a head
I'm pickin' up racks and it's for an appearance
I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and I know I don't need it
I got a straight A with no insurance, it's ninety racks on my Visa