[Verse 1] Stumbled into a pocket, I might drop this first Don’t believe your account, you tryna cop this merch I’m always switching the sound and thank God it works I won over nonbelievers when I talk in verse And I ain’t a mathematician but I count on hands Hands up, no hand out you know the rest is planned Johnny Seabass got the brisket and the leg of ham Here’s a slice, merry Christmas, thank God for the fam See I made my way to the dinner Shook the table, I'm dripping rosé I'll pay for the spillage Scoop a plate and a missus Tip a waiter then bill up, she plaster my face with kisses Vibrations, clearly Sideways brim, see I'm a (Classic Man) They get it when the get it I’ve been on a different agenda I’m more than a lyric bender My fender more like heavy duty Got your favorites remodeling that’s that Fenty Beauty I've been gearing up for the project, feel like I'm Rihanna Just winding down on the dirty work, no Caribana And nobody knows the timing but the army Jeneral 2020 bout to shmurda with my rowdy rebels You know we (Gotta be ready for war) Make or break, the ammunition out the closet Take it out but only on occasion like the porcelain Serving opposition knock knocking at the doorstep Doorstep Don't fret We ain't really bout it but we can't let these opps take our focus I just copped a three piece native for the function I might put it on again on Monday [Bridge] Tell everybody it’s a switch up Pick up and made em listen (Fresh and clean, see me!) Smooth Baby Damn Fits so good Wow And I ain’t never felt this good in my life And I ain’t taking off these shoes for one night What you talkin’ bout? Look at how I’m [Verse 2] Back of the parlor Tipping Grape hookah and bottle sipping We clear the air over poundy and palmy I think it’s time we talk lucrative options Keep it Sou Sou, community profit The pot is bubbling Moving parts Might take a coup d’etat to move the art No manual or road map Design it and put in thought The climate is due for more It might need a push to start Cuz it might take a movement Hm Huh! Tell em what it is! Level on the bid We dipping in the same damn bucket Man, fuck it You bet I’m on the edge Gather all the kids Gather my agbada 'fore I dip Cuz hmm! (10 to 1 they’ve been sleeping on you too) Sleep on yourself They’re the one to miss I’m the shit (No doubt. I see it. What you gon do till then?) [Outro] But through it all I plan my moves
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