(Go)

(Hook 1)

Hah

Pack in the mail, it’s gone

She like how I smell, that Nino Cerruti, I order some orange Vlone

Stacking my profit, sagging my pockets, popping, pardon me for the tone

Switching lanes, woah

Feen for the bone

'Fore we get home

Can we do it in the back

“Yea, yea”

Getting that wet, wet

Told me watch out for the feds, bet

Going crazy on this bone, lazy

Definition, the meaning of desperate, huh

Till she crying from her third eye

Climaxing in the clouds, I told her that’s how you make a fvckin bird fly

(...)

(Verse 1)

Hand in the damn game now

I see em treat it like a playground

I swing by in my slides and see-

Saw a lotta shit to break down

Take a trip down to H-town

Just to tell my sister how we came down

Bunch of clowns getting paid now

But I ain’t calling no names out

I ain’t calling no name

But your b*tch in Room 25 laid down

Good, bad, ugly, went down

Hold up

You can’t see

An anonymous nigga I’m Clint East

An anomaly nigga to say the least

So it’s about the dame dollar

Till it’s Game 7, I’m McCollum

Lining, wrecking databases

Imma call em, they can’t say it to the face and

If and any problem

It’s under control, call me Pilates

Or Joseph the dreamer huh?

I see a famine for you follies

Folly acts get penetrated

We can always find a place for the bodies

Yea

(Hook 2)

Hah

Pack in the mail, it’s gone

She like how I smell, that Nino Cerruti, I order some orange Vlone

Stacking my profit, sagging my pockets, popping, pardon me for the tone

Switching lanes, woah

Feen for the bone

'Fore we get home

Can we do it in the back

Pack in the mail, it’s gone

She like how I smell, that Nino Cerruti, I order some orange Vlone

Stacking my profit, sagging my pockets, popping, pardon me for the tone

Switching lanes, woah

Feen for the bone

'Fore we get home

(Go)

(Verse 2)

Mama said "you pick the flame, you pick to burn"

Karma said "you done kicked the curb"

The shit, the clique

You did, you picked at first

Screwed up your life, don't only listen, learn

The thing is life, is it a gift or curse?

My head above, the body still immersed

Wade in the water till it hurts

Bats in the sky, the name was heard

The darkest knight like Suge

Imma murk on the darkest night like Kirk

It's downtime, it is what it is

Take a second, I feel something amiss

Oh shit, I feel a sunken abyss

Wordsmithing ain't as simple as this

The simplest shit is simply simping while showing symptoms of losing your senses

Your lady to me is what Benz is to Kendrick

Ride it like everything else that I been in

Line em up and yeah I'm talking my pay

Time is up and yeah I'm talking your days

Doing wells as it far go, Dakota

Don't need a shoulder

Screw your lean, now I'm older

Putting beats in a hearse, you'd think my pops never showed up, huh

(Hook 1)

Hah

Pack in the mail, it’s gone

She like how I smell, that Nino Cerruti, I order some orange Vlone

Stacking my profit, sagging my pockets, popping, pardon me for the tone

Switching lanes, woah

Feen for the bone

'Fore we get home

Can we do it in the back

“Yea, yea”

Getting that wet, wet

Told me watch out for the feds, bet

Going crazy on this bone, lazy

Definition, the meaning of desperate, huh

Till she crying from her third eye

Climaxing in the clouds, I told her that’s how you make a fvckin bird fly