Newport JP - Never Landing Lyrics

I am not a Christian, but I rock Dior
Throw my cash in the air and then I make it pour
I just hit the club with my bread, I'll make a sandwich
I've been high for hours I still haven't landed
Riding deep in my Jeep, five in my backseat
Pass blunts like batons and it's a track meet
We're all so f*cking high we don't need to jump hurdles
Shells on the floor, but there are no turtles
You don't want us to snap, so you better move back
Because we are all strapped, and ready to attack
I'm the f*cking coach and they'll shoot if I say so
Put you to sleep on the floor and then we all lay low

Dressed in all black, but we not f*cking emo
Blend in with the night, we all are incognito
I am off the molly and we're passing around the Tito's
Got a Spanish girl, she just rolled up like a burrito
She be rocking Fendi, she look like a million dollars
She must've went to Harvard because she gives brain like a scholar
She swallowed all my seeds then I gave her a bag of weed
She wants to stick around and take some shots just like Embiid

I am not a Christian, but I rock Dior
Throw my cash in the air and then I make it pour
I just hit the club with my bread, I'll make a sandwich
I've been high for hours I still haven't landed
Riding deep in my Jeep, five in my backseat
Pass blunts like batons and it's a track meet
We're all so f*cking high we don't need to jump hurdles
Shells on the floor, but there are no turtles
You don't want us to snap, so you better move back
Because we are all strapped, and ready to attack
I'm the f*cking coach and they'll shoot if I say so
Put you to sleep on the floor and then we all lay low

I'm Not in the trap but I would kill a rat
And I never cap, my pockets getting fat
They are deeper than a canyon
Get it on my own, don't need a companion
I never lack, I'm not a slacker
Need this cheese because I'm a cracker
To all the f*cking hate I got Amnesia
So much cheese and sauce that I could make a pizza

I am not a Christian, but I rock Dior
Throw my cash in the air and then I make it pour
I just hit the club with my bread, I'll make a sandwich
I've been high for hours I still haven't landed
Riding deep in my Jeep, five in my backseat
Pass blunts like batons and it's a track meet
We're all so f*cking high we don't need to jump hurdles
Shells on the floor, but there are no turtles
You don't want us to snap, so you better move back
Because we are all strapped, and ready to attack
I'm the f*cking coach and they'll shoot if I say so
Put you to sleep on the floor and then we all lay low