stunt (when I see u)

I wish you **** would be serious

Must I, murk these boys for the one time?

Mouth full of gold like I'm Just-Ice

**** said "Fuck Change"? Should've said "Fuck Life"

Take you off this earth for nothing, it's still fuck the other side

Turn your name into dirt with one rhyme, two mics, check it three times

It sound nice, now where was I?

Buffalo Stance be how we stand, probably look unkind

Mentally been many places, but I'm from the Sunshine

Now what's ya life like? You on them 4's, huh?

You got your deal, you finna go and treat ya nose, huh?

She fucked another ****, you can't let her go, huh?

You ain't gon' let no **** play you 'bout your dough, huh?

Stop playing

Who ever said they the best, shit, they ain't heard of we

Nah, we off of that

Done toured the whole world, lady, we ain't ya average toe tappers, my sole A-1

Had the industry buzzing, since Day Ones

That's on the low though, but you would never know though

The funds coming from tour runs and the Venmo

My tape popping, you Depop-ing, what that mean though?

My fees low, 50/50 gimme those

We just did a show with Courtney B. and the homie, Lucy Dacus

We ain't leaving home until the fees is doubled and the flights is covered

Fuck the standard, tell me what you getting? Tell me how you living?

Still getting jerked, for what it's worth, the Labels made it worse

I done ran through Glouce, Gucci's and a Barbour coat

First name basis out in Drake's on the Savile Row

Menzies on my face, cold, acetate Italian made

Remind me what was your name? I'm finna get ghost

That golf spin corners like I'm really on the Autobahn

Freespeed, tires smoking like some fucking Gauloises

You **** is jokes, my strap stowed in the armoire

I call it my rainy day in case these **** wanna play

We really don't believe you, you need more people

Gold on my teeth, I'ma stunt when I see you

Stunt when I want to, stunt when I need to

Pulled a ill fade, now I stunt

I might put some diamonds on my wr-wrist

South London bunnies always jumping for my hit list

Freeze, you a misfit, breeze in a instant

'Cause I don't need no rep talking 'bout, "Vonne be on they pimp shit"

Please, got a main bitch at home, she rock Margiela Cologne

I rock Chanel Number 5, you smell it in all my clothes

This that Gulf Coast Soul, Post-Punk Crunk Music

Boy better know, like my name Frisco, woah

Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play

I sell it to you straight before I ever tell a fake

Walk in the room Screwface make 'em faint

Ain't hard to tell that my name hold weight, that's Change

Golden flow, ya hoes'll know, yeah

Bass Penny Loafers, teeth rose-y gold, yeah

I once knew some **** down the curb with smoke

Couldn't hear you over the crowd at the London show

Playing **** in Paris in Paris

Béarnaise on all my steaks, we running through TSA, we making runaway plays

You tried the crepes? They're fucking great, thanks (Bitch)

Golden flow, ya hoes'll know, yeah

Bass Penny Loafers, teeth rose-y gold, yeah

I once knew some **** down the curb with smoke

Couldn't hear you over the crowd at the London show

Playing **** in Paris in Paris

Béarnaise on all my steaks, we running through TSA, we making runaway plays

You tried the crepes? They're fucking great, thanks, bitch

Yes sir