Wulf of Akina

You see me smoking blunt over horizons

I'm higher than anybody else who think they hiding

New armor one me specially made for me from foreign islands

When she hit my blunt, she say she can't lift her eyelids

Switch it back to me, I ain't even hear her, I'm just driving

Motor on, engine sounding better 'cause I dialed it

Bitch, I be so fresh they think lil' Ian came to style it

See me smoking blunts, I give no fuck about who doubting

The hollowsquad stand on any mountain

See all the aurora from me flooding from the fountains

When she lay up on me, she feel doubtless

She laid the glass, cherry trim on my outfit

You see a hundred million men but who counting

I pulled up, 240 'cause that's just the way my style is

Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn be 'bout the mountains

I appreciate it but I'm still finna take it