[Chorus]

The museum swole, no flex

Wanna listen esoterics if you looking forward

And you just found the one who's next

Loud music, mad cheese, hella bitches, liquor pouring

Got some museum gold on deck

No stress—

No sweat—

Is he foreign, not a nigga, just fresh just chill

[Verse 1]

Swag on a mil

If you think that you got me with back in the corner-

My nigga go gag on a pill

All-black cloak

And formally threaded and furing some all-black twill

Jeans and the team carry all-black still, no joke

Smoke so much dope-

If a nigga was a fishie I bet I'd have all-black gills-

And I still got bitches in the back seat

I ain't even got a fuckin' back seat

Sayin' that you saw me at the track meet

I ain't never go to the track meets, boy

I was at home making mad beats

Now my beats fatter than the fat beach (oi)

Doing shows in other countries-

Getting dough in other countries-

Back and forth so much you'd think I've been deployed

Just a nigga from the art scene

You can bet that my chick hella artsy

You can tell that we live in the star stream

So you can bet that we live at the party

Fuck, I'm feeling barfy

Mad zoot, hella drunk this a malarkey

No clue where I'm going but it's far, B

With a foreign crew, got your boo in a car seat

[Chorus]

The museum swole, no flex

Wanna listen esoterics if you looking forward

And you just found the one who's next

Loud music, mad cheese, hella bitches, liquor pouring

Got some museum gold on deck

No stress—

No sweat—

Is he foreign, not a nigga, just fresh just chill

[Verse 2]

Went from bowl—

After bowl—

To bowl

Where did they ball?

Where did they see?

I'm used to smoking all the pain away

Now I'm scraping resin from a bong I ain't used in some months

Just cruising up the coast

All these niggas think I boast

Really getting it and I just need a brew and some blunts

Belly dancing bitches in some all-black

Getting heavy while I'm hitting it

She think I'm bruising her cunt

I'm the truth no comfort (I'm the truth no comf-)

Need proof that you run shit

Do what it do and she do it for numbers

Dude got the juice but the juice got some chunks in

Don't fuck with you 'cause your crew ain't nothing

And my crew kinda something

Infused with these basses, the moon is my conscience

In tune with the waves and I loom on the starships

Still got the juice but the juice in the lunch bin

No truce, straight warfare

Witches with me still got zoot with the munchkins

Trees mad dank, need more

AR seeing 50 shades of the blue next Monday

User invasive, I'm losing

Consciousness fuck what you say got two pairs of Huaraches

Ones I can skate and a pair I can walk in

No stunt, chill

[Chorus]

'Cause the museum swole, no flex

Wanna listen esoterics if you looking forward

And you just found the one who's next

Loud music, mad cheese, hella bitches, liquor pouring

Got some museum gold on deck

No stress—

No sweat—

Is he foreign, not a nigga, just fresh just chill

[Chorus]

The museum swole, no flex

Wanna listen esoterics if you looking forward

And you just found the one who's next

Loud music, mad cheese, hella bitches, liquor pouring

Got some museum gold on deck

No stress—

No sweat—

Is he foreign, not a nigga, just fresh just chill

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