I'ma need that gold, metal, matte, black *** On the whip, hit them drums, n***a, iris in the six With the wrist, bout to switch, no assist, never miss with the drip And I'm bout to go and do some *** that no one ever did I'm on the points, making the noise, this is the, uh, this is the time We stacking the joints, end of the story, we already gone I'm swiping the point, n****s are not, I'm flying the zone I got no money, you never know it I'm out of blime, and I'm out of blood, man, we bout to blow it, man, we bout to blow it With the racks, go get, can't pull keys Runnin' through the club with the music, I don't pull feet You don't watch *** until the n****s start jumpin' At a warehouse party with the *** *** Pull up with the bass, make the *** sound rustic Nades to the face, riot gears in the closet Keep the city safe, keep the babies out of my skin Keep me at the party cause I'm too psychotic, yeah I'm on the points, making the noise Tell me a story, I feel the same You gave me DMT straight from your phone We were in ancient Sumerian gold That's why it all feels like it's just a dream When we pull up with the gold, ready to go, ready to go, ready to go, ready to go We the flakes, most trap ***, bass with the backflip Scrape metal on the pavement, *** fashion away Everyday, motivate, to the masses, above that *** N***a, this is a classic, oh I'm on the points, making the noise Tell me a story, I feel the same You gave me DMT straight from your phone We were in ancient Sumerian gold David of Iceman, okay Man, I'm back in the *** and I'm rapping today Pushing backs on the corner, count stacks every day Got the wings in the hills like it's Batman, okay *** boys, need to stop ***ing rapping, okay Tell me a story, I feel the same You gave me DMT straight from your phone We were in ancient Sumerian gold That's why it all feels like it's just a dream Anything you ***ing, kissing, licking, and sucking Well, they don't get sarcasm, they send it like orgasm I'm a nutcase, baby, put a lock on that bitch You think I'm digging graves, the way I'm putting rocks on my wrist Young T-Man, taller when you see him I'm all about them fruits and my greens like a vegan Your talent couldn't put you in the spot where n****s be in When I get that 20 bag, I swear to God that I'll be leaving I might buy Vanilla Wave, I might buy some real estate I might buy Canary Tax, a yellow diamond glitter flick I might blow it all on something stupid, but it matter Cause I did not sign a dummy ***ing deal like them at end of day Got my white stripes, it's like Nicky Thump Got my heart broke, won't you pick it up? Need a time to heal, just like Nicky Buns Bitch, I make it hard to breathe like bitch, I kicked the lawn On your side, I didn't wanna die for you Girl, I had to try, I really wanna fly with you Sunset on our mind, I really wanna try You've been my, my, oh