[ Featuring Blade Brown ]
It wasn't factory set so I had to forget
Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes
And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet
RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set
Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts
My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh
Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched
Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps
Thirty-five thousand in a M&S bag
I told my chick, "Take the Range, don't mind me, I'll take cab"
Pending clearance in a warehouse facility
That shoulda been the initial red flag
That's why I never send the money first, in case I get scammed
Midday, FedEx knocking at the crib
I need my side chick to sign while my runner gets bags
One month and he's gas, he just put down ten bands
The mandem still active, hitting movies
Hot cars driving round in the ghetto with heat scanners
All my tings with no nails double up as B baggers
And my YG's bringing shotguns to Scene Smashers
And I still got phones doing numbers
How you think that I keep up with Supreme fashion?
And I'm still spraying Creed cologne on Celine fabric
To learn all the tricks that I do, you gon' need magic
It wasn't factory set so I had to forget
Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes
And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet
RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set
Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts
My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh
Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched
Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps
Come to clean up the game, taking out the trash
All I hear is C-A-P and bare wass
What they know about jets? Couldn't pay the gas
Let your bitch jump on, watch her get gassed
But told her "Don't post", I don't wanna get harassed
I just wanna count cash till I get a rash
Remember when I got about a brick for a booking
Fam I nearly cried for them times I was cooking
Been so long since I seen it in the flesh
Probably get goosebumps if I see it in the Rex
But keep it off the blower if you wanna pattern up
Swear down, I don't wanna see it in the texts
Fam we had followers way before socials
Making joints land way before postals
Suttin more coastal, spread it out local
Jugg veteran, you can hear it in my vocals
It wasn't factory set so I had to forget
Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes
And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet
RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set
Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts
My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh
Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched
Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps
