AKA Laurenovicci Uhh, yeah Harry Fraud shit (La musica de Harry Fraud) Check it, yo Flex professional, I'm athletic Brown paper bags on deck, we pass credit Only thing I'm swipin' is ya bitch, nigga Uhh, cause you a motherfuckin' bitch, nigga You're bad at life, it's what you deserve I get it shakin' like a mixed drink about to get served Breezin' through them good blocks, blastin' Half-A-Mil Beneficial, you niggas isn't half as ill Cashmere cranberry Louie V hat Drops samples of the work, gimme feedback Uhh, let me know if I should re that, re that I know you motherfuckers need that Smooth with it, my team was right off the block You know the crew with it, now we settin' up shop My niggas blew with it, now we up at the top Uhh, what the fuck you forgot? It's Lauren Yo, I rather cop a Portuguese then support a skeezer When it comes to trickin' on bitches, I'm Ebenezer Flyest that you ever seen, tryin' to get forever cream I'll get you shot by some little nigga sippin' lean Winter green Carhartt hoodie with the chains out 'Bout to come back to New York and etch ya names out Uptown, playin' dominoes at La Marina Same day, building with the Gods in Medina Washingtons take flight on a late night We gettin' cake right, what the fuck is date night? Fatigued out, but I'm well rested Desert storm covered my form, peep how I dressed it I'm obsessed with, classical ill shit, I live that Brought new life to New York, my niggas did that Eatin' tuna [?] above Toro Timepiece straight from Tourneau, my niggas on, yo