Barragán Lighting
Joey Bada$$, The Alchemist, Curren$y, Larry June
Uh
Damn
Man
What up, Al?
We in Maine eatin' lobster and it's fresh out the dot
I'm like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on let that dry (uh)
Y'all too worried 'bout bein' validated, my nigga
I just made another play and pulled off on the yacht
I'm headin' to Spain, everything was a Éxito
So after this, I'm boardin' the plane (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm high off life, I'm takin' international flights
I like that? Then I'm coppin' it twice
I'm in the bag coppin' somethin' precise
I get a load then I'm rappin' it right
Tuck spot with the Barragán light
I spent thousands on different collages
Street smart, I ain't make it to college
Like the mafia, I'm movin' in silence
Saint Tropez, I'm checkin' my pocket
Daytona clock, connect the dot, trackin' these boxes, uh (uh)
Out foxin' the Devil, I'm on another level
Forty-deuce bezel got me on a higher echelon
It's a slight flex, if I stretched the arm, ring the alarm
I don't mean no harm, kiss the ring and bless the Don
Microphone in my hand, like a napalm in my palm
If you put me in the jam, turn this bitch to Vietnam
Catch me under palm trees, chillin' somewhere in San Juan
With a bad jawn in my arm fallin' victim to my charm
Must've heard I'm ballin' like Olajuwon
Like the richest man in Babylon, haters babble on
They don't love 'til you dead and gone, then it's said and done
Word is bond, so I keep it movin', gotta carry on
Real relax, hunnid rack stash in the carry on
First class with the champagne glass, I'm sittin' calm
Pray to God, I travel long and I make it home
Born alone, die alone, but I can never say I did this all on my own
The helicopter landin' on the ranch, woke me up
Hella loud, startlin' my cows, all my livestock
Rollin' my power Versace to my socks
This robe like a quilt comfort, cozy pillow top
I ain't seem soft though, ho, get it twisted, bro
It's killers out, colors go after cane when it's in the drought
Super Saiyan, cheer myself up, I bought a S-Class
Hardtop and a rack, yeah, bitch, I'm that man
Park it with the others, I'll touch it one day
I'm sure I'll love it (I bet you)
908, Defender, Landrover Discover
My discography could buy all of it
All the biography, one cold motherfucker
Won't come close, don't touch it
(Won't come close, don't touch it, know what's best, my brother)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayym ayy, ayy
Written by: Daniel Alan Maman, Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Shante Scott FranklinLyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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