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