Lagoon

歌詞

I just took a test, it's sounding like my shit go stupid Lil bitch, I got like 10 percent more left on my to-do list I rode by with my old car, it's a coup, his name is Lucas Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin' I took that flight and got a big bag, man, this shit is so taxin' I set goals, then beat it like Jackson Black on black, my shirt from PacSun You not fye, your homie just gassin' Phone, going through my IG top request These hoes trippin' like banana peels are raining up and down the road, uh Pussy bald like Joe Rogan Take her phone away That bitch tryna get photos Driving me loco Tippin on 44s Back to the bathroom (Ayyyy) Permanent racks I'm getting my plaques I'm paying the tax Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match No square in my circle No time for all that I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus But I'm on that visa Me not fucking with you boys You actin' like a diva I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rapping And getting that bag but I'm missin' that terminal 3 I just quit the pack and the stoges But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid I don't do that violence but come at me crazy I'll Michael B Jordan yo ass (I promise) My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that shit was trash I count it, I count it, I count it Like I cannot sleep And I'm counting the sheeps on my bed I miss when the shit I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months It's been 22 months that shit's almost 2 years I promise that when I come back to Jakarta That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built My neck is a mortgage She got a iPhone but don't got no storage 550k for the DP The crib is 4 milli I'm never gon' drive in no Porsche Maybe a Tes-la Ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic Not boutta drop no bands for no Lambos The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (Ayy, bitch) Uh How the fuck you hate and resent me for doing and trying my best, uh I don't remember your birthday but I know my billing address, uh Que sera sera, lil bitch Maybe this life is not fun as you think I never look at my phone when it ring I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus But I'm on that visa Me not fucking with you boys You actin' like a diva I'm ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah Driving till the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus But I'm on that visa Me not fucking with you boys You actin' like a diva