[Intro: Thig Nat]

I'm ready whenever though

I'm kinda clever though

[Verse 1: Thig Nat]

Rap aficionado, fistin' bottles like it’s stacks of money

Pacifist, but shit get hazardous soon as you snatch it from me

Tracks is dummie. It’s funny how the word describe the most sophisticated yet matriculated to the vibe

Blow it out ya speaker

My future talk is futuristic like an ounce of reefer

That supersonic sound, there’s simply nothin soundin' sweeter

I love the town, I told my mom, “I think I found a keeper, so I’m a go and wife her.”

She ridin' with me til the end, I think I found a lifer

And they say heavy is the head who holds the crown in cyphers

I will play the back, now I play the front

Similar to what exactly fillin' up that blunt

Similar to what exactly burnin' in yo heart

I fire from the start, I’m loyal 'til the end

Writin' songs up in my head before you cats begin

I be posted up with plenty bottles of that Hen

[Verse 2: Thig Nat]

I’d just like to- introduce my- self to y’all and tell y’all who I am

No jockin' hoes on Instagram, I’m insta-ham

I keep my focus on the plan, don’t push a Lam

But I roll in style. The flow is wild -

Maybe because my soul is wild, when as a child

My mama used to sing to me

Being a king ain’t a mothafuckin' thing to me

I keep you niggas runnin' back my verses frequently

Might have a freak with me, doin' indecently

No need to speak in euphemisms or facetiously

You ain’t my partner if you never ever chief with me –

I keep my street with me

I’m still a couple years from reachin' wear my peak should be

I’m on Lake Washington, breathing the freshest oxygen

Floatin' with something dope as I cope from the stress

And I’m gettin' copious counts of paper, I never needed a favor

One day you might see my face as I grace the cover of Fader

So “later,” for haters

'Cause immediately I leisurely stroll on right by the beach with my piece as I do easily

Throw me away, and I’ll throw you one back

Let’s go half on a case of yo favorite draught

I’m your favorite cat, spit yo favorite rap

I grew up right by the lake so I’m stayin' relaxed

Y’all getting faded and trashed

I’m sippin' slow and kickin' my feet up

Bitches smoking yo weed up, I’m just rollin' my sleeves up

Rockin these velvet loafers, the posers can’t even re-up

Why speed up?

I got the slow lazy bop, so I can concentrate on how to get this cake as I walk

It’s like I play the savant, smellin' of Yves Saint Laurent

Just do whatever you want