I rode by with my old car, it's a coup, his name is Lucas
Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin'
I took that flight and got a big bag, man this shit is so taxin'
I set goals then beat it like Jackson
Black on black, my shirt from PacSun
You not fye, your homie just gassin'
Phone, going through my IG top request
These hoes trippin' like banana peels
Are raining up and down the road, ah
Pussy bald like Joe Rogan
Take her phone away
That bitch tryna get photos
Driving me loco
Tippin on 44s
Back to the bathroom (Ayyyy)
Permanent racks
I'm getting my plaques
I'm paying the tax
Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match
No square in my circle
No time for all that
I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus
But I'm on that visa
Me not fucking with you boys
You actin' like a diva
I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rapping
And getting that bag but I'm missin' that terminal 3