II Yvng - WTV (feat. Blvck Svm)

Driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past
I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave
That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag
No money no clout, that sh*t hurt no doubt
But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay
Pushing my buttons with pressure, conflicting my mind, I ain't trip it's whatever
Flow fluid like water, drip matching the sweater
I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever
Yuh okay, said I'm not tripping it's really whatever
Pull up Mikinos, J6 on all levels
I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever
I'm driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past
I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave
That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag
No money no clout, That shit hurt no doubt
But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay
I'm flowing consistent, good measures
I running off gas like this sh*t is some pressure
I'm serving with confidence, mark my accomplishments
Not goin start tripping it's really whatever
Yuh ok, said I'm trippin it's really whatever
I just keep winning, neck covered in medal
I said i'm not tripping it's really whatever
Crease in the Margiela Tabi, the prints I been leaving are not of this planet
I can turn clay to ceramic
The temperature spike is no reason to panic
The Alfa Romeo is aerodynamic
The body is low to the ground like a hammock
I step out on Collins, my knots gigantic
The Subis are full of them n*ggas from Namek
Think I might need mechanic to check out the gears in the watch on my wrist
The hands keep doing the mannequin challenge
The diamonds depositing frost on my fist
Brodie been searching he finally found him a demon like Stockton assist
The engine a stomach on brink of starvation, I know for a fact his neighbors are pissed
I'm driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past
I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave
That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, its fitting brand new and It still got the tag
No money no clout, That sh*t hurt no doubt
But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay
Hitting lake house on a budget
Eating some sushi on boat, telling Nemo don't touch it
I run up that bag all of a sudden, That large sum of cash came flooding
My homeboy came through and he clutched it
I said bro the realest, he said don't mention it's nothing
Get all the spins and the bread, lyrics gotta be read
He said he not trippin it's nothing

Written by:
Ben Glover, Frank Thiele

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