I'm somewhere with a famous skyline.
My OG gas sound like an echo.
I treat it better than Petco.
My two dope belong in the expo.
It's red like a new jar of Raccoon.
I'm sitting on a plane but not by you.
My windows see Erykah Badu.
You know I can't tell a I do.
You can't show this what you do.
They watching your pocket like you all pull up in the street.
No, I don't need no tune-up.
Stay down the street from where I grew up.
I got a duffel, put the blue up, put the blue up.
I got three of those in me, been out for three days, still feel like I'm fresh up.
I don't think about, I zip my neck up.
I go while she got her leg up.
I feel like I'm on fire, girl.
My feet long short sun colored ketchup.
I ride senses, you betcha.
I'm on MLK like Coretta.
She me up a little better.
I hold her head back like a barrette.
At the part where you're watching Boré.
Yeah.
She hear my phone, I ignore that.
I'm somewhere with a famous skyline.
My OG gas sound like an echo.
I treat it better than Peko.
My two dope belong in the expo.
It's red like a new jar of Raccoon.
I'm sitting on a plane but not by you.
My window seat, Erykah Badu.
You know I can't tell if I do.
You can't show this what you do.
They watching your pocket like you all pull up in the street.
No, I don't eat no tuna.
Stay down the street from where I grew up.
I got a duffel.
I don't need to be right where I grew up.
They know ain't no secret I blew up.
I smell like a tulip.
My oldest car still ain't hit fifth grade.
It's still kind of new, changed to paint shade.
I go get it tinted with essays.
I'm in a no-yet in beignets.
It's Asamar ripped on Gariskay.
We got us a section in Magic on Monday.
The waitress knows today's a tip day.
She said it's her period.
That's cool.
I didn't wanna, it's a lip day.
I smell like on fragrance.
I smell like the Powerball Lotto.
It's from France like Biscotti and Gelato.
She call a tomato, tomato.
She still know that money's the motto.
I wash cars the same as a Tahoe.
My merch getting made with bravado.
I got to say bravo.
I might just record what we're doing and go sell it to Bravo.
I'm stuffed into a taco.
Got cheese on my top like a nacho.
Uh-oh.
I'm somewhere with a flaming skyline.
My OG gas sound like an echo.
I treat it better than Petco.
My two dough belong in the expo.
It's red like a new jar of ragu.
I'm sitting on a plane but not by you.
My window seat, Erykah Badu.
You know I can't tell a I do.
You can't show this what you do.
They watching your pocket like you up through luck in the street.
No, I don't need no tuna.
Stay down the street from where I grew up.
I got a duffel, put the blue up, put the blue up.
