[Verse 1]

Handcrafted, Mr. Fantastic

Back with a ass kickin', strapped with a hashtag

Listen here you asshat, we gonna match that

Please Mother Teresa hit me on my cashapp

Shootin' through the roof, man all the groupies call it Nasdaq

Literal hooligans, try recruitin', but we past that

Bags packed in Bagdad the hags mad

So much ash, had to backtrack, we dubbed that the gas pack

Last acting Cadi-Cad convertibles

Actin on desires, retirement seems invertible, the rich [?] with herbs and a murder to fit the overtone

Hit the overpass and expose thе smoke with an open blow

Back at Church's Chicken wе finna kick it with no [?], local as the folks who think they chosen 'cause they caught some once

Rhythm they go floating they comatose it's a thousand one

Looking back [?] thinking that we're the fucking bum

Big Boss, I'm Rick Ross, you buggin' bruh

Listen girl I love ya, this just isn't worth the cover-up

They callin' him the doctor, wizard, I'm just like Cumberbutch

The makeup cause inflation I left her face like a honeybun

Double up or we double down if it's in my gut

Passing doobies loaded exuberant like yo we coming up

Made it through delusional and doin' a million streams a month

That's the butter noodles and frugal movements that save our bucks

Shit, I'm tired, lately uninspired

I don't wanna be your role model or your idol

Trust that I be happy off the tunes you be inspired but I'm through a ton of moody Judy's tryna get me canceled

So I dance a bit

So I dance a bit

So I dance a bit

So I, so I, so I, so I

Boogie to the rhythm hear the beat inside my ear-a-drum

Certain I just ended a new era-era-era, son

Existential terror doing numbers on my mental health and fair I've been embarrassed if I moved back to my parent's house

Fuck, that's crazy

Fair I've been embarrassed if I moved back to my parents' house

[?] when I'm in California and it's never coming down

I don't think I know you need a point us to some money down

Not tryna be annoying I'm just mostly 'bout my business now

Good at pulling focus I look better off of Instagram

I grip on my cajones, take my homies out to DisneyLand

Outta Illinois, shout out [?] and Carbondale, I hop into the Laurent, throw it back 'cause life is different now

Platinum with them whores so you know they gotta [?] my sound, my shit is worth exploring I advise your ass to stick around, man