[Intro]

Pull up in the seven seat

Blow smoke by the felony

If i’m not in my whip bitch

Then I be in the stu hella geeked

Swear my plug ain’t on Klondike

He got bars like my melodies

And you know if the songs right

I be sipping that Hennessy

Get your radio tuned in

Arpeggio bloomin

Like Caravaggio, Cupid

I’m audio Newton

I always wake in astronomy

See geometry, Euclid

Speak bodily, fluent

Buy broccoli

Honestly that’s prolly why the economy’s ruined

[Verse 1]

Hold up wait lemme slow it down, yeah

Breathing quotes or I’m blowing clouds

Rearview, I’m pulling out

Don’t hear you rollin’ loud

Lit on the 'cid

Said she fuck with the kid (aye)

Something bout that Hxppa Sound (yeah)

Wax plugs, I shop around

Keep track of cops around, yeah

Spend every dollar found

Burberry collar down, yeah

My stu’ rate is raising

I roll up, I’m facing

I’m climbing the ladder

You’ll find me stargazing

Swear these dudes ‘bout chatter

They ain’t about making

Find me on the moon

That bitch waxing and waning

Girl, I’m evolving

Music shit: all in

You see the numbers I have when I log in

Won’t die with queso

Take art to the coffin

Take thoughts to the grave though

But I do this often

Make guap from my place though

I won’t see an office

Told you ‘bout that fuego

That’s why I be coughin’

They ain’t even make those

Like “boy, how’d you cop it?”

YSL no lace though

I’m not trippin’ off it

[Verse 2]

Oo drip, blue strips

I draw breaths into blue lips

I make bread like excuses

That new heat, I produced it

New wave, on that new shit

I’m too wake

No snoozing

The room shake

When the boom hits

Know you see what I’m doing

Off Lucy, I’m too lit

You know me, I’m truant

Wax OG

Translucent

Below knee

Got two clips

Finna proceed with a few tricks

Like homie thats two sticks

I only know music

I don’t need no blueprints (yuh)