Mink Mew Mew boots got me tip toeing
Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens
Skinny so the blick showing
Semi with the dick showing
Private 757 big Boeing
Tell my pilot I say "Get going"

Yellow bone with me, skin glowing

Of course her friend join

They do what I say, they be 10-4'in and ain't no Venmo'in

Light the J like I be Leno'in, the bae I'm ignoring

Blow the paper like a vent blowing, just like some lint blowing

It's Tunechio Clericuzio kitchen in the studio

Soft top double R, that's thе Ricky Rubio

Beautiful diamonds dancing like they'rе in a musical

Optical illusional, Jordan pharmaceuticals



Ooh yeah wait, fuck is my lighter?

Ooh wait mmm yeah, uh



And that's Lil T on the audio, uh

We like Luigi and Mario, uh

Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh

Every flow be like a marble floor, uh

Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh

Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh

I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

That chef boy'r T and he on the stove, yeah

We like Luigi and Mario, yeah

Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah

Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah

We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah

I Buy a pound of some Master P, yeah

I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait



Last night I had a fight with my sleep

I guess the coke got in my pores from touching all the bricks

So I just wrapped 'em up and wrote Tyson on each

I got 'em biting ears and biting their teeth

I'm talking 'bout that good snow, temp low

Don't be surprised if I sneeze

Excuse me, god bless me, thank you

Socks on the coupe cover the ankles

I'm driving so fast I might sprain 'em

They be tryna bite the style like a caiman

But we know it's all Wayne's, no Damon

Only God can judge me, Jesus piece on in my arraignment

Fuck you talkin' bout? Explain it

Dana Dane chains on, looking sweeter than a Danish

Painting pictures with his guts, autistic genius

I stand back and admire my art and kiss my fingers

And in God I trust, *mwah*

My nina say she wanna get her body done

Before I load the gun I told my bullets "All we got is us"

Lambi on blades, propellers, blunt long as Coachella

Mother knows best and daddy don't know no better

I know you smell him, it's Young Tunechi Coca

My uncle Rufus just OD'ed, we burning down the dope house

This shit calamitous, animals

And they all with the shit, unanimous

I'm sicker than an ambulance

I'm shittin' like a baby that got sick of all the pampering

She foreign, Yugoslavian

I throw this dick and she gon' act like I just threw a javelin

Ooh, wait, yeah yeah, uh



And that's Lil T on the audio, uh

We like Luigi and Mario, uh

Every bar be like a bar of soap, uh

Every flow be like a marble floor, uh

Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh

Buy whole pounds of Master P, uh

I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

That chef boy'r T and he on the stove, yeah

We like Luigi and Mario, yeah

Every bar be like a bar of soap, yeah

Every flow be like a marble floor, yeah

We tote styrofoams and we comatose, yeah

I buy a pound of some Master P, yeah

I'm a roll me a Lil Romeo, wait