[Verse 1] I'm still learning, blunt still burning Just copped the Maserati with Versace power steering They used to have words But now I got none Aquaberry diamonds done froze the tip of my damn tongue Now I can't speak Vocabulary like a geek How the fuck I'm 'post to sleep on these Versace powder sheets I'm just slipping and a sliding I'm just i-45n All my shooting guards got TEC-9s in the lining I could be a lion or a kangaroo I done got so high I backflipped over the moon I can't remember what I did Aw shit look who it is its the white karate kid They wanna call me fake Behind my back They call my cell phone And ask for a couple stack Bitch ass rappers and these bitch ass magazines How the fuck I ain't on the front of XXL drinking a gallon of codeine Half a million in jewelry got you coming up short Now I'm fixsta burn your ass like a damn Newport Had to take off my school clothes And change into some shorts Now I'm fixing to ball like I played 5 sports I can play lacrosse I can be the boss I can lemon pepper wings like uh Rick Ross Can't take a loss, but I can take a seat Drop top Rolls-Royce as if I played for the Heat Versace on my fork Dunking on you dorks Neon iCON album dropping June 24Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
