Desert Boy - GENEVA AND BERLIN Lyrics

Fishtail go for a swim
New flight I'm born again
I'm gone just like the wind
Loud pack hit strong just like some gin
So fresh in a world of sin
That was fun let's try again
With Kari playing the hits
Like how are we making this bitch?
Told 'em tuck they summer in
Told 'em tuck they summer in
Talking real reckless stuntman
Drifting the coupe to the sunset
Swear it ain't been a lot I ain't done yet
DEATHPROOF are you having some fun yet?
Put a clip on that bitch like a drum set
Put a hit on that bitch if he talk about Desert Boy cause I don't like contact
New season the Prada I want that
They gon' send it to me in a gift bag
He had dreads we gave him a slick back
Club Musik they thought I ain't meant that
Club Musik they thought I ain't meant that
Pent up stress at the penthouse
I'ma roll up the runtz I'ma calm down
Marble floors where I'm laying my head down
Need it fit for a king like Bron house
On a jet rolling dice brodie call out
Tryna teach these niggas to ball out
Need a fifty piece for the walk out
I was just getting fried at my dawgs house
All of my niggas we doing very well
Desert Boy rich as hell can you tell?
Boy slow down with that bullshit go get a CDL
Desert Boy pay that hit they gon' send that blitz like the NFL
I was two years old at Fashion Week I swear to God
Front row Isabelle Marant, like okay yea that's hot
All of my niggas we throwing blues ain't none of us throwing rocks
I took the plane to the boat then the boat to the restaurant oh my god
They wanna see him
Press a rap nigga in the dm
Go ask Thrax if you see him
I'm in Rome like colosseum
Let's take a walk through the ...
And DJs you better listen when he models say "play Desert" you better ...
Let's take a walk through the wasteland
And DJs you better listen when he models say "play Desert" you better play it
Bet you don't even know what I'm saying
I got real rich ties and I stress sometimes that's why I be going through phases
Fresh as hell when we at the arraignment
Wockhardt stuff it in cases
TC on a private we A-list
Let me see Desert Boy on your playlist
Lotta pressure that come with that purse
Just don't f*ck any nigga I birthed
Gotta keep up ignoring the urge
That was back to back summers got murked
Hoe gon' die if I take off my shirt
Ain't giving no nigga a verse
Bet he die if I give him some words
She on ecstasy, ecstasy looking alert
We all getting geeked up just like some nerds
Talk to the deads when I count like Vert
Rolling of meds, I'm sipping on syrup
I was just getting tipsy and frisky in Turks
My young nigga flicking his wrist in the kitchen he don't give a f*ck he just ain't tryna work
Kari and I need a whole lotta Grammys it's only the family ain't talking bout Durk
F*ck nigga you scared go to church
I hear the birds in my head and I'm hearing them chirp
That is a whole different sled, I got different Bottega Veneta for each every shirt