Brazilian Sky

You know what I got

Still out here I'm still hitting these dots

Still flying them Germans whips

Still getting Rich cos the grind don't stop

I hear niggas don't like me a lot

Gotta keep to myself had to buy me a glock

I'm inside I don't rise it alot

Hands off I just line it and watch

This watch that I buy for a lot come clean

But it still don't buy no time

There's too much grub on the ends had to up

And leave had to rise that line

Big spliff that's one to the head

Put one on his head

Got 1 on my side

Bad bs got nuff on my line

Bare trees got nuff on my line

Bare smoke put nuff in the air

Try calling my bluff let's see

I'm still in party true

But bros still got it no we don't step clean

This work got my fingers green

She twerk make my ting just lean

Trap ting I ain't new on the scene

Rap ting I ain't nee put me on the screen

I'm out in Paris

Need more links for the white, Harry

I mash work gladly

I like bad ones baddies anti

Ask how I stay cold in the summer cos

I bag that snow put that on a runner

Press that I ain't using a rubber

Not tax income undercover

Trap talk man I do this proper

You know what I'm in on

Push that work man I know all the yutes and shotters

I get it it's gone gone gone

Racks get that off a song

Make bread I don't know why they getting it wrong

Small pack so I'm stretching it long

Big back so she stretching the thong