I don't know you bro, don't got any ties to you (I don't know you)
Small talk ain't what I like to do
I'm up at two, I can't write when the skies are blue
I'm low on vitamin D but I'm at peace
Number (N)ine, no trues
Feeling bad, bought a Prada bag
Horns I'm a stag, brave the path
Subi tinted black, atlas on my back
Pound of gas, I might need a mask, hit the J and pass
Never lack, plasma in my mag, ET off the pack
I could grant you a wish you can mix me with the tonic
Blue faces, djinns in my pocket
I drop a gummy in my drink now I'm off it
It's either mate or exotics
I make deposits on my cellphone
I can find the clothes half price and I sell those
Stompin' out the roach, Eytys kicks with the Velcro
I been livin' in my own world like I'm Elmo
Hahaha, I'm laughing to the bank, they can smell me
YSL and weed, man there's nothing you can tell me
MEK denim jeans with the Takahashi tee, take a selfie
I feel like Popeye, getting all my greens looking healthy
Mids on my feet but I don't smoke that
Back in 2016 I had like no swag
Nissan I'm speeding got a roadrash
Ice cold jewelry my neck, I make the boat crash
Full moon out my window, standing 10 toes
Big dog like a pitbull, I got your scent bro
And you get the most when you let go, we're in limbo
Walking the coals but I'm wearing Fluevog and burning indo
I make deposits on my cellphone
I can find the clothes half price and I sell those
Stompin' out the roach, Eytys kicks with the Velcro
I been livin' in my own world like I'm Elmo
Hahaha, I'm laughing to the bank, they can smell me
YSL and weed, man there's nothing you can tell me
MEK denim jeans with the Takahashi tee, take a selfie
I feel like Popeye, getting all my greens looking healthy
(Take a hit, I got resin on my lips)
(Up in my DM's, gonna make me plead the fifth, yeah)
(I'm the big dog, watch over the styx)
(I'm married to the bag, I can't switch up for a bitch, woaaaah)