[Hook: x2]
Yeah this blue dream
Got my eyes red
And anybody looking for a hand out
Will get their palms read
[Verse 1]
I'm just bending corners in this Impala
Might throw some blades on it so they know I'm a balla
I know you heard my drive is crazy
You can't see inside our ride the view's hazy
Young trip I'm a king pen
Moving dope with this ink pen
Might just drop this sh** and then we'll see what they think then
Gucci belt round my forehead like a headban
Trippy squad in this b**h and we like the Taliban
They say that your clique is hot but I wouldn't know
You could pull up and prove it but you wouldn't show
There seems to be a bias towards people seen by us
I've got the gold touch you can call me king mitus
I don't f** with that codeine
I'm too pristine no promethazine for this king
They ask how often I do this sh** and i tell em frequently
If you wanna talk sh** about me you better get on my frequency
[Hook: x2]
[Verse 2:]
As the world keeps turning
Ima keep it burning
I'm making movies call me trippy Tarantino
Yeah we know that you bring that sack everywhere you go
Instagram rappers out here begging for a like faking all their followers
While there whole clique is a bunch of imposters
f** the other side I don't hear ya hate
Drop a diss track it'll be too late
Got a couple girls in the back of my grand am
Can't even see the front seat
I can the future and it look just like me
All these rappers just wanna fight me I think they like me they wanna confront me
Got a bad redone something like a Kardashian
Hit it then quit it then I'm in my car dashing
All of this money I be stashing diving head first in it you know ya boy be splashing
[Hook: x2]