Yeah!
Pulling up in a Brinx truck
JK, just a big truck
Been a minute since I've been stuck
Strung out in my swim trunks
Out in Philly with the Sixers
To the masses I'ma bring luck
A lot of rappers real interim
Dividends' on a minimum
I just do it for aesthetic
Dark web, we on Reddit
My pain needs the medicine
Her brain needs a medic
Davy Blanco in the flesh
I am better the rest
Got more blanco than the Chapo
Cuban links on my neck (Look)
Company, a little misery
F*ck with me, a little wizardry
Got the sticks, got the check
Watch your head, watch your neck
Tarantino when I ride through
Il Mulino for the night too
All I got is just a pipe dream
She dreams about me when I pipe too
Uh
Y'all laying 'round like a lawn chair
If we playing games better play'em fair
And I make the rules, so what's up?
I might pull up in a Bentley truck
Little Spanish chick with the brown hair
With her tits out, and her ass up
Her head south from down south
Miami lakes, where I'm born and raised
Never leave man; I'm feeling caged
When I'm on the mic, man, I feel amazed
My mind's chaotic, my mind's a maze
Y'all acting tough, but that's just a phase
I run the game at my own pace
Y'all running 'round in a rat race
I run the town like Rihanna and them
And I'm dropping bombs like Osama and them
Retire in eight years; Obama and them
Cop a big ass house with a lobby in it
With a deep ass pool, throw a dolphin in it
With a tall ass roof, I'm as high as it gets
I don't need no garage 'cause I'm flexing that bitch
Park her in the driveway, breaking necks with that bitch
Only drive her to the bank cashing checks with that bitch
They don't want no smoke (No smoke)
This game this ain't no joke (No smoke)
All these snitches in my messages
Never check'em 'cause I'm blessed again
Busy, busy with the flex again
Been forgetting what I said again
See you never, see you never
Mayday, Mayweather
Morrison when I'm slamming Doors
Like all black with the leather
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Can't find myself
Say snort this? I say puff that
Bitch 420, where the dutch at?
People ask for money, call me Venmo app
But I keep my money where the mattress at
Met a bunch of rats, I call'em Ratatat
And I'ma catch'em all like a rat trap
Jays rolled tight, you ain't ashed that
Hooked a bad bitch, man, what a catch
She wants Cartier? call the jeweler stat!
They don't want no smoke (No smoke)
This game this ain't no joke (No smoke)
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Yeah!
Pulling up in a Brinx truck
JK, just a big truck
Been a minute since I've been stuck
Strung out in my swim trunks
Out in Philly with the Sixers
To the masses I'ma bring luck
A lot of rappers real interim
Dividends' on a minimum
I just do it for aesthetic
Dark web, we on Reddit
My pain needs the medicine
Her brain needs a medic
Davy Blanco in the flesh
I am better the rest
Got more blanco than the Chapo
Cuban links on my neck (Look)
Company, a little misery
F*ck with me, a little wizardry
Got the sticks, got the check
Watch your head, watch your neck
Tarantino when I ride through
Il Mulino for the night too
All I got is just a pipe dream
She dreams about me when I pipe too
Uh
Y'all laying 'round like a lawn chair
If we playing games better play'em fair
And I make the rules, so what's up?
I might pull up in a Bentley truck
Little Spanish chick with the brown hair
With her tits out, and her ass up
Her head south from down south
Miami lakes, where I'm born and raised
Never leave man; I'm feeling caged
When I'm on the mic, man, I feel amazed
My mind's chaotic, my mind's a maze
Y'all acting tough, but that's just a phase
I run the game at my own pace
Y'all running 'round in a rat race
I run the town like Rihanna and them
And I'm dropping bombs like Osama and them
Retire in eight years; Obama and them
Cop a big ass house with a lobby in it
With a deep ass pool, throw a dolphin in it
With a tall ass roof, I'm as high as it gets
I don't need no garage 'cause I'm flexing that bitch
Park her in the driveway, breaking necks with that bitch
Only drive her to the bank cashing checks with that bitch
They don't want no smoke (No smoke)
This game this ain't no joke (No smoke)
All these snitches in my messages
Never check'em 'cause I'm blessed again
Busy, busy with the flex again
Been forgetting what I said again
See you never, see you never
Mayday, Mayweather
Morrison when I'm slamming Doors
Like all black with the leather
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Can't find myself
Say snort this? I say puff that
Bitch 420, where the dutch at?
People ask for money, call me Venmo app
But I keep my money where the mattress at
Met a bunch of rats, I call'em Ratatat
And I'ma catch'em all like a rat trap
Jays rolled tight, you ain't ashed that
Hooked a bad bitch, man, what a catch
She wants Cartier? call the jeweler stat!
They don't want no smoke (No smoke)
This game this ain't no joke (No smoke)
Pulling up in a Brinx truck
JK, just a big truck
Been a minute since I've been stuck
Strung out in my swim trunks
Out in Philly with the Sixers
To the masses I'ma bring luck
A lot of rappers real interim
Dividends' on a minimum
I just do it for aesthetic
Dark web, we on Reddit
My pain needs the medicine
Her brain needs a medic
Davy Blanco in the flesh
I am better the rest
Got more blanco than the Chapo
Cuban links on my neck (Look)
Company, a little misery
F*ck with me, a little wizardry
Got the sticks, got the check
Watch your head, watch your neck
Tarantino when I ride through
Il Mulino for the night too
All I got is just a pipe dream
She dreams about me when I pipe too
Uh
Y'all laying 'round like a lawn chair
If we playing games better play'em fair
And I make the rules, so what's up?
I might pull up in a Bentley truck
Little Spanish chick with the brown hair
With her tits out, and her ass up
Her head south from down south
Miami lakes, where I'm born and raised
Never leave man; I'm feeling caged
When I'm on the mic, man, I feel amazed
My mind's chaotic, my mind's a maze
Y'all acting tough, but that's just a phase
I run the game at my own pace
Y'all running 'round in a rat race
I run the town like Rihanna and them
And I'm dropping bombs like Osama and them
Retire in eight years; Obama and them
Cop a big ass house with a lobby in it
With a deep ass pool, throw a dolphin in it
With a tall ass roof, I'm as high as it gets
I don't need no garage 'cause I'm flexing that bitch
Park her in the driveway, breaking necks with that bitch
Only drive her to the bank cashing checks with that bitch
They don't want no smoke (No smoke)
This game this ain't no joke (No smoke)
All these snitches in my messages
Never check'em 'cause I'm blessed again
Busy, busy with the flex again
Been forgetting what I said again
See you never, see you never
Mayday, Mayweather
Morrison when I'm slamming Doors
Like all black with the leather
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Can't find myself
Say snort this? I say puff that
Bitch 420, where the dutch at?
People ask for money, call me Venmo app
But I keep my money where the mattress at
Met a bunch of rats, I call'em Ratatat
And I'ma catch'em all like a rat trap
Jays rolled tight, you ain't ashed that
Hooked a bad bitch, man, what a catch
She wants Cartier? call the jeweler stat!
They don't want no smoke (No smoke)
This game this ain't no joke (No smoke)
Writer: Dave Bravo, John Cosculluela
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid