Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin′

Leather sweatpants that's Rick Owens

Skinny so the blick showin′Semi with the dick showin'

Private 757 big Boeing

Tell my pilot I said get goin'

Yellow bone with me skin glowin′

Of course her friend joined

They do what I say they be ten-fourin′

And ain't no venmoin′

Light the J like I be Lin knowin'

The bay I′m ignorin'

Blow the paper like a vent blowin′

Just like some rent blowin'

It's Tunechi yo Clarecuzio

Kitchen in the studio

Soft top double R

That′s the Ricky Rubio

Beautiful

Diamonds dancin′ like they in the musical

Optical illusional

Jordan Farmar - ceuticals

Uh, ooh

Uh, wait, wait

Fuck is my lighter?

Ooh wait

Mm, yeah

Uh

And that's lil T on the audio, uh

We like Luigi and Mario, uh

Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh

Every floor be like a marble floor, uh

Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh

Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh

I′ma roll me a Lil Romeo

Wait

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

That's Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah

We like Luigi and Mario, yeah

Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah

Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah

We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah

I bought a pint of some Master P, uh

I′ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait

Last night I had a fight with my sleep

I guess the coke got in my pores from touchin' all the bricks

So I just wrapped ′em up and wrote Tyson on each

I got 'em bitin' ears and bitin′ they teeth

I′m talkin' ′bout that good snow

Temp low

Don't be surprised if I sneeze

Excuse me, God Bless me

Thank you

Socks on the coupe cover the ankles

I′m drivin' so fast I might sprain ′em

They be tryna' bite the style, like a Caymen

But we know it's all Wayne, there′s no Damon

Only God could judge me

Jesus piece on at my arraignment

Fuck you talkin′ 'bout?

Explain it

Dang, the dang chains on

Lookin′ sweeter than a Danish

Paintin' pictures with his guts, artistic genius

I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers

"And in God I trust"

Mwah

My nina say she wanna get her body done

Before I load the gun, I tell my bullets all we got is us

Look, lamb mignon, blaze propellors

Blunt long as Coachella

Mother knows best and Daddy don′t know no better

I know you' smell ′em

It's young Tunechi coka

My Uncle Rufus just sold D we burnin' down the dope house

This shit calamities

Animals

And they all with the shit unanimous

I′m sicker than an ambulance

I′m shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pamperin′

She foreign, Yugoslavian

I throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin

Uh wait

Yeah, yeah

Uh

And that′s lil T on the audio, uh

We like Luigi and Mario, uh

Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh

Every floor be like a marble floor, uh

Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh

Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh

I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo

Wait

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

That′s Chef Boyar T and he on the stove, yeah

We like Luigi and Mario, yeah

Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah

Every floor be like a marble floor, yeah

We toast to our phones and we comatose, yeah

I bought a pint of some Master P, uh

I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo, wait