You should be rolling up by now
Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these n***az
Claiming they as sick as me
They lying I checked your chart
Your file saying you soft
Something fishy hoe n***a
You more ba** then boss
Off the boat small fries
And stowaways get tossed
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get yo floaties up, kiddy pool n***a
Ain't really that cool
Can't follow these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bonfire with theses b**hes
Singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex b**h that did foul sh**
f** her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my tracks don't let my b**h know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OG's but I put the Jets in the mix
Cla**ic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective
Ya b**h tight recklessing my DM's
Sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm building one of them hunny
I know that's why you want me, success is my cologne
I spray that bottle all on me, yea, yea jet life