Lyrics
Grrr, the toolie half passed out (ugh)
Grrr, got stacks on the trap house(trap trap)
Grrr, blew smoke through the glass route (blow it)
Grrr, took naps with the MAC out (grrrrrt)
I just slid through the fog like a villain do(slide)
Fridge door open had a stare like a interview (look at me)
Microwave beep thats a cue for the interlude (ding)
Still hit licks in pajamas and winter boots (skrrrt)
I dont text back I just blink when the mission moves (silent)
Oven got hot I aint cookin thats different food (facts)
Outta state plates on a whip from a middle school (foreign)
Dash light flash but chill thats a symbol dude (relax)
One eye twitch it a sign that its go time
Hand on the wheel other hand on a ghost rhyme
Socks dont match but the steps still co sign
Brain on tilt like the beat from oh nine
Couch got crumbs I dont care its the throne though
Whole squad deep in the spot like a dojo
Mask half off but Im good for the photo
Guns in the back with a box full of oh no
Start a new project up, I gotta make sure that all of my fruits stay loopy
hitting the mark from the jump, shit sounds something like K.Dot shit get spooky
Flip it n spark it n puff, roll up another one smoking on some of that loose leaf
Foot off the gas hit the clutch, slowing it down because baby we making a movie
I'll never go back to bagging the cut,
Too much to lose and got too much to love,
Too much to prove I ain't do this for fun
You stay number two cos I know I'm the one
Talm bout we just getting started,
I'm not even classed as an upcoming artist but damn
I'll be your number one target,
remember this ill have the world in the palm of my hands (palm of my hands)