(Verse 1)
I just microwaved a scat pack, now the whip smell exotic,
Taught the plug math, turned his ounce to a profit.
iOS scam, I just AirDropped a deposit,
Jacket full of scripts like I moonlight as a prophet.
Biscotti in my lungs, but I’m movin’ like it’s indica,
Walkin’ with a limp—nah, the Drac’ just bulgin’ in the Denali truck.
Off-beat rapper but my countin’ never missin’, bruh,
Told her I’m a gentleman then left her at the cinema.
Turbo on the flow, I hit a switch and then I vanish,
Hoodie smell like waffles, but the Glock speak Spanish.
I don’t gotta slide, just a glitch and it’s damage,
Tints presidential, but my driver eatin’ salmon.
(Verse 2)
I can get it off in Hebrew, French, or a QR,
Pistol got attachments like a toddler on they PR.
I was in the whip with a methhead and a street star,
Told bro relax — he just poured lean on his G-Star.
iPhone in jail mode, still pingin’ up a jug,
Backwood stuffed like a mother’s Sunday cook.
Chopstick spiritual, lift him out the hood,
Patek face stutterin’ like the block understood.
Run plays solo like my Uber scared of eye contact,
Pulled a scam in sandals, walkin’ out with ten contracts.
Shorty think I’m toxic ‘cause I text in all caps,
Left her on read, now she postin’ all caps.
(Outro)
Cartiers crooked, but the vision still divine,
I been talkin’ cash since EBT had a line.
Don’t care if it’s credit, crypto, or consignment,
I just want the bag, then I’m ghost — perfect timing.