Lyrical Breakdown of Lo Mein - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein

Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim

Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine

And I stay with the cash like a XO chain

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range

When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)

Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe

Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

Said Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, mane

Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle

Man she asked for some racks gave her three times ten

Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz

And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again

And honestly on to better things, that's her friend

These niggas groupies, they peons, mane

King of my city like Leon, mane

'Head of these niggas by eons, mane

She let me touch for the freon, mane

So you know that's a must like Elon, mane

They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'

Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, mane

I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton

Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning

Cartier's got diamonds all in the middle

Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane

Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane

Everybody got Rollies, that's two time frames

I said my side girl tryna be my main

And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side

I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (skrrt)

In this Rolls-Royce truck

Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (woo)

You can get what you want

Out the mall, no need to hold me up (woo)

Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (rickity-racks, yea)

I'm turnt to the max

These lil' itty-bitty niggas know it's up

Chopstick came with a large lo mein

Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim

I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine

And I stay with the cash like a XO chain

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range

When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane

Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe

Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it's up, up, up, uppity (yeah)

Moonwalkin' all on the money (yeah)

When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny

When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties

When it come to the drip, not in front of me (woah)

Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt

And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Woah, I'm too litty

Yeah, bitch look like Chinese kitty (yeah)

1942 in my section, no Remy (let's go)

Took JT, out the city

I can make a ho get way too sticky

Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (woah)

Hold up, don't you got a whole situation? (damn)

Livin' my life, too risky

How you doin', Uzi? I'm doin' great

I pulled up in the foreign, let's race (skrrt)

Yes, I stay with some money on me (money)

Only thing in my pocket, big face (what?)

It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and skinny waist

It's amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain't even go in my safe (yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's amazing to me how these niggas don't know me but still find a way just to hate (yeah, yeah)

It's amazing to me how back then she didn't want me but now she wanna go on a date

It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks

Told that girl get the fuck out my face

It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight (woah)

Chopstick came with a large lo mein

Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim

I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine

And I stay with the cash like a XO chain

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range

When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (yeah)

Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe

Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it's up, up, up, uppity (yeah)

Moonwalkin' all on the money (yeah)

When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny

When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties

When it come to the drip, not in front of me

Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt

And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (yeah, yeah, yeah)

What the f-, that shit smoking, what the-