Factory Set (feat. Blade Brown)

It wasn't factory set

So I had to forget

But in the new chain I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes

And I just grabbed the Patek

Then it's back to the jet

RMs, AP's you can't chat to the set

Yacht master flex while I answer my texts

My left hand on my phone

My right hand on my spesh

Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched

Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps

Thirty thousand in a M&S bag

I told my chick, take the range

Don't mind me I'll take cab

Pending clearance in a warehouse facility

That shoulda been the initial red flag

That's why I never send the money first, in case I get scammed

Midday, Fedex knocking at the crib

I need my side chick to sign while my runner gets bags

One month in, he's gassed, he just put down ten bandz

The mandem still active hitting movies

Hot cars driving round in da ghetto wid the heat scanners

And my all tings wid no nails double up as b baggers

And my YGs bringing shotguns to scene smashers

And I still got phones doing numbers

How you think I that I keep up with supreme fashion?

And I'm still spraying Creed cologne on Celine fabric

To learn all the tricks that I do, you gon' need magic

It wasn't factory set

So I had to forget

But in the new chain I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes

And I just grabbed the Patek

Then it's back to the jet

RMs, AP's you can't chat to the set

Yacht master flex while I answer my texts

My left hand on my phone

My right hand on my spesh

Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched

Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps

Time to clean up the game

Taking out the trash

All I hear is CAP and bare wass

What they know about jets

Couldn't pay the gas

Let your bitch jump on, watch her get gassed

Told her "Don't post, I don't wanna get harassed"

I just wanna count cash till I get a rash

Remember when I got about a brick for a booking

Fam, I nearly cried for the times I was cooking

Been so long since I seen it in the flesh

Probably get goosebumps if I see it in the rex

Keep it off the blower

If you wanna pattern up, swear down

I don't wanna see it in a text

Fam, we had followers way before socials

Making joints land way before postal

Something more coastal, spread it out local

Jugg veteran, you can hear it in my vocals

It wasn't factory set

So I had to forget

But in the new chain I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes

And I just grabbed the Patek

Then it's back to the jet

RMs, AP's you can't chat to the set

Yacht master flex while I answer my texts

My left hand on my phone

My right hand on my spesh

Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched

Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps