Man big Gappy man

Just the guy I was waiting to see

You tryna go to four wing island lounge

Nah I'm leaving

Leaving to where

I don't know man

Anywhere you know

Explore

That's how you feel

That's how you feel

I hope

Hope you know what you doing

You nah mean

Sorta kinda

I mean

If you ain't gown be around uh

Can I take your droptoptike for a spin

Go for it bro

Oh for real

Aight

You have a good time

Being a fucking nomad bruh

It's the old school lacer

Sipping chaser no spirit

I Ain't chasing those digits

I'm the master of my p

Why I'm facing no limits

If I see it go get it

The llama's be the freshest

No drama in my presence

That should match my school attendance

College with the ply and the homies bеing a

God damn menace

It's the two truck J

With thе skin that the ku klux hate

As smooth as a new born babe

Never knew gaps made words that could move this way

We all more than one thing

Can't understand in a two D space

Who be great

Mirror got the answers

And it do be J

Fuck a chain

I want a festival

And best of all

Been had llama and friends

Just yet to grow

Gonna have the FL shop

Get the decks involved

And we only going up

Like your brain when the zest been rolled

While shits bubbling it's time to invest in Joe

Had the speaker in the park

When the virus

Had art looking dark

Now I'm back

With the spark in my bark

You ain't ready for the bite though

I ain't got high hopes

Just future facts

This drive I got all me

You can't tutor that

So chill in the back seat

Cause this gapped nomad

Speeding off

And we ain't turning back