Boing Video (MV)

Step on gas, never in last, I dont have time for the trolling
Up to my neck in all of this rap shit, y'all niggas aint got toes in
I might go smash on a old ting
She better now, like Posty
You flexing weird, you boasting
But we run deep, we toting
Killing the vibe, feeling alive, I think I'm getting a high
On all of the lights, a common disguise
You know how we get on this side
Midwest what we raised in
We came up we patient
I break up and break in
Your face on this pavement
Oh my god, what I do now
Wanna know if i'm done as a musician
Said no nigga done with the stupid shit
Said I'm tryna get dumb mega stupid rich
Lookin diseased, you feelin unease, somebody pass him a beezy
You grew up in wealth, you needed no help
Your rap career on easy
I grew up out of a Goodwill
Niggas smoke milds with the wood tip
Pinching pennies for McDoubles
Man what I would do for a good meal
But now a nigga living good
Might just go Tiger Woods
Think I'mma go get a face tat
Probably not but I should, ay
I'm colder than ever, got holes in my sweater
Controlling the weather, get close to December
I'm potent and clever, a stoner with levels
Got gold on my metal, don't fold under pressure
Niggas got me real shifty
No features now cause I'm busy
She hit your dm's out of pity
The city not f*cking with me
Drive a Charger, but your lights off
I been left, I don't right wrongs
I got the juice with the right sauce
Make you swoon like Ty Dolla
I'm steady, steady, steady, stacking
All my coin, coin, coins
Bounce out with that bullshit
Boing boing boing boing