First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila

Second date, wait, let me get off the plane

Drop the low and they'll go get 'em today

I'm in the gun range, testing the .50 cal., and I want to go and get one today

Listen, I'm not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease

Morning sex, I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be

Pass me the neutral bullet, I'm blending B, super bullets, the ACPs

I know a Lambeth Banksy, painted streets

She asks what I do, well, I'm a music artist, best to do it

Really dropped the bag and walked out stupid, blasting same profession

But they ain't steppers, I think there's two departments

Should have had more manners, I got my shoes on the carpet

Before I put down a reload, I used to leave out Paro

Two bricks deep, gotta look through the keyhole

They don't look too dangerous, trapper rapper

Man, I shouldn't even be here, you never cooked it famous

Plenty food, let it spin while I span on radio, only if Kenny knew

Or Snoochie knew, or Manny did new one with a button, my Manny link

I got normal ones and hollows here with the orange head like Angryginge

I know petrolheads that'll get man there and back, serious engines

If they get to revving, you'll barely hear it bang

I get the bag, post that bitch on a PJ somewhere, and get them mad

This hammer jam

That's the only time a bitch ain't let me slap

Chrome Hearts for the beanie, bro got a separate hat, protect the brand

Get hit with this corn, you won't even get to land

First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila

Second date, wait, let me get off the plane

Drop the low and they'll go get 'em today

I'm in the gun range, testing the .50 cal., and I want to go and get one today

Listen, I'm not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease

Morning sex, I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be

Pass me the neutral bullet, I'm blending B, super bullets, the ACPs

I know a Lambeth Banksy, painted streets

Fill up the V, we gotta be safe, I fill up the glee

She in a regular queue, security know what to do, she's coming with me

She ain't seen a mash before, don't peep, there's one on on the seat, and that's one by the feet

Them man's still tryna get back, they don't want to accept defeat

Drop the pin, they'll find a place that can take risk and prosper

Now the helicopter needs some space to land

Rubber grip on a semi, but the old cowboy spin got shaky hand

Homemade press machine made a builder go work, make a clamp

War got serious, we don't buy homemade corn

Need a factory finish, scrap all the gimmicks, spring got 19 in it, I'm packing the limit

Maybach with the drillers

Just passed Chelsea Bridge, man bag with the spinners

You know we've got to protect the bag when I'm tryna kettle

Look, this ain't like my man's one, it will set you back what you paid for the necklace

I'll pay for a serious clean, can't get this scratched

It's a open back, pay for the G 63, and took the chauffeur back, I'm so relaxed

Screw on the whistle, you won't even know it banged

First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila

Second date, wait, let me get off the plane

Drop the low and they'll go get 'em today

I'm in the gun range, testing the .50 cal., and I want to go and get one today

Listen, I'm not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease

Morning sex, I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be

Pass me the neutral bullet, I'm blending B, super bullets, the ACPs

I know a Lambeth Banksy, painted streets

First date night, me by the marina sipping tequila

Second date, wait, let me get off the plane

Drop the low and they'll go get 'em today

I'm in the gun range, testing the .50 cal., and I want to go and get one today

Listen, I'm not like him, he was selling dreams, I was selling grease

Morning sex, I hit it at 11:11, I guess it was meant to be

Pass me the neutral bullet, I'm blending B, super bullets, the ACPs

I know a Lambeth Banksy, painted streets