Ferraris In The Rain (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Look, I whip the 'Rari in the rain

Ice in my veins, I'm sippin' on Bacardi straight

Just gettin' started, I hardly ate

Icing all on me, I'm a birthday party cake

I'm blowin' out your candles

They hike the ball to me, I'm the quarterback

I know I'm 'bout the scramble

I'll be gone in 60 seconds flat

I'm a vintage stepper, Stacey Adams shoes with a Stetson hat

Don't make me come out of my stage ensemble

My latest convo

Danced on the world, did the macarena and the mabo

I slide electric, worldwide respected

The method's been tried and tested

You weren't attracted to stomach acid digested

Move to prepare naked section, then undressed it

You putting lipstick on a pig, can't slap a bow on a bum

Wrap a ribbon around his wig and make him crisp

I'm a genuine article

The jammy's a food processor in a blender into particles

Inside a venue, I'm Spartacus

I'm the finisher, you still working with a starter kit

That boy's buggin', he got bars to spit

Rain, rain, take the pain away

White thang off of layaway

Four-five, you gon' fade away

On God, who gon' play today?

The Rolls grills at the pearly gates

The big clock, got the bumper face

The all-whites, I got shit to say

Fell out the sky, shit to save

Oh, fuck boy

This you, disgusting

Get 'em away from me