Verse 1
Ima go cop some Dior, Gucci, maybe some Prada [what?] pull that shit out like a fucking katana I ain't the type to fall into the drama, [nope
Ay bro hold up I gotcha in the Bahamas swimming in agua driving around the country in a Honda [vroom] sipping on vodka, and now where should I go next? Nevada. Im in a jet she givin me neck with a Cuban hanging down to my chest I get a text its from somebody I recently met I read what it says living the best swerving inside of a new corvette taking my steps to more progress so it don't feel like I'm stuck behind to a spider web. [go go go]
Before chorus
Now, I got, a band, in, my hand, [cash] typical man, i-i'll do that shit again, [damn] and, sometimes, I think, about, mе, preforming, with everyonе recording, from writing pages to poppin up on somebody tv every time I walk by she got sum to say about me deadass be acting like I give a fuck, bitch please we gon see who gon make it out NC [again]
Verse 2
Dior, Gucci, maybe some Prada [what?] pull that shit out like a fucking katana I ain't the type to fall into the drama [nope] ay bro hold up I gotcha in the Bahamas swimming in agua driving around the country in a Honda [vroom] sippin on vodka, and where should I go next? Nevada, I'm in a jet, she givin me neck, with a Cuban hanging down to my chest I get a text its from somebody I recently met I read what it says living the best swerving inside of a new corvette taking my steps to more progress so it don't feel like I'm stuck behind to a spider web. [go go go]
Before chorus
Switching lanes, [skrt] in the rain, [drip drop] every day, going through every way, [huh?] raging thoughts running through my brain [oh] big and bright chain, hoodie with bloody stains, [go] got the dollar bills flying up down left and right walk a couple more feet then I see the light then I hear somebody coming up from behind [shit] I look back they got an AK my height
Verse 3
Dior, Gucci, maybe some Prada, [what?] pull that shit out like a fucking katana i ain't the type to fall into the drama [nope] ay bro hold up I gotcha in the Bahamas swimming in agua driving around the country in a Honda [vroom] sipping on vodka, and where should I go next? Nevada, I'm in a jet she givin me neck with a Cuban hanging down to my chest I get a text its from somebody I recently met I read what it says living the best swerving inside of a new corvette taking my steps to more progress so it don't feel like I'm stuck behind to a spider web [go go go]
Outro
Now, I got, a band, in my hand, typical man, I'll do that shit again, and, sometimes, I think, about, me, preforming, with everyone recording
