Fujiwara

Highkey, man I don't really think they like me

That's likely

I'm just posted in my GS white tee

My wifey a dime piece, I got her acting fiesty

She put on her coat and boots cause she say i'm too icy, entice me

No more soda, codeine in my Hi-C

Sippin on that Texas mane, hell nah this isn't ice tea

Used to worry check to check, now everything is pricey

Shorty taking fit pics everyday cause it reminds me

Bitin lips, scratchin, I ain't even put the tip in

When we at the telly, she go dumb like London Tipton

Afterwards, my squad and I complete another mission

Have fun being stuck at the office, Dunder Mifflin

Everytime I put out new music it's an artifact

I've mastered both the art of swag and the art of rap

Everytime I drop, I push my opponents even farther back

They tryna be like us, I aint even giving starter packs

These fools' plans are see through, doing what I need to

If its up, we slumpin you harder than our weed do

But I gotta keep composure, can't mess up my Evisu

Ain't no point in all the effort, they can't do what we do

Foolish man, got a route to catch, my hands are glued to cash, zoomin past, feel like Fujiwara when I do the dash

Who is that, fit full of Prada and new Fubu tags,

everyone knows Fly, got your puta sayin, "You the man"

I need space like a star does

Smokin, drinkin Starbucks

We ain't got Nerfs, lil boy this ain't Toys R Us

Tryna race i'll leave you in the dust, because your car sucks

Got the power of love on my side, nothing can harm us

Codeine was always coursing through my veins

Poured it down the drain

Now my girl got diamonds on her ring

Diamonds on my fangs

Connected up in Texas, yea my diamonds came from Johnny Dang

Rubber bands on my money, lettuce wrapped like PF Changs