Indecisive With The Bling

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Look
[Verse 1]
Indecisive in the driveway
Rolex on, can't choose which highway
Lambo keys, pockets full of dough
One foot in, one foot out the door (woo)
Shooter on the line, say it's go time
But I'm couch-locked, smoking, slow mind
Weed got me floating in a low sky
Gun in the safe, still a cold vibe
[Chorus]
Indecisive with the bling, can't choose a side (nah)
Got a lambo in the sun, got a mask to hide (skrt)
Talk guns, talk dough, but I'm split inside
Rolex on my wrist, can't rewind my time
We be smoking for the pain, for the pride (smoke)
Count dough, count sins, let it ride
Shooter in my head, tryna pick a fight
Indecisive with the bling, but the blame’s mine
[Verse 2]
Weed in the jar, think I need more
Bling on my neck, still feel poor
Lambo in the yard like a toy car
Guns in the past leave a deep scar
Dough on the table, who I feed first?
Old friends call, do I hit ‘em with a verse?
Shooter in my circle or the mirror in the glass?
Indecisive every time that I look back
[Chorus]
Indecisive with the bling, can't choose a side (yeah)
Got a lambo in the sun, got a mask to hide
Talk guns, talk dough, but I'm split inside
Rolex on my wrist, can't rewind my time
We be smoking for the pain, for the pride (for the pride)
Count dough, count sins, let it ride
Shooter in my head, tryna pick a fight
Indecisive with the bling, but the blame’s mine

rap, Dark trap club banger with male vocals, heavy sub-bass and crisp hi-hats. Sparse, menacing piano stabs in the verses; hook explodes with stacked vocals and wide synth pads. Tight ad-libs tucked around the lead for swagger; drums stay punchy and upfront, leaving pockets for rapid-fire flow and a bold, chantable chorus., hip hop