Exquisite Taste

(Y'all know what it is!

YEM$iCK and Rokit)

Dimming lights, what we got going here?

Got a couple bands and a couple jams

Bring the saxophone in

And the floor grooving

And the room moving

We better not mess with our roommate

We're cool with it

We won't wait

We gotta aim for the gold plate

For now, we gonna keep it lightweight

For now, we get the cake, delicate

Now we gotta aim for the F-8

I must say, the song ate

The top must be scared, scared

We soon making the entrance

We cooking up, we spice it up

You should try out this exquisite taste

Sprinkle all around

Hats and snares and bounce

Now we 'bout to jump

Printing out the fax

Spices on the ground

Gets you high and loud

Not the burger kind

We had that

We ate that

That shit was gone

You already know that it's sick, it's lit

Me and Yemsick cooking up heat

We just tryna make it out

Already know how it goes when we

Cooking up beats

I been getting paid every week

But it still don't satisfy me

Can't wait till I get a new job

So I can buy some property

Logistically

I just wanna sit on the beach with a cocktail

Looking at the sea

My bad if you're sitting at home

Just waiting, gotta get that bag

It don't come for free

My people just get it

Just get it

Just get it

Who would've known how far I come?

Taking these pics, I'm looking insane

Yems with the cam

Flashing all day

Flash, flash