Gaudy

(Verse 1)
I like art!
And shoes that dont touch my pants
Cigarettes and cunnilingus
For a club romance
Cause I just walked ten blocks
For my ass to milly rock
In a VIP section
To some old troy ave
GOOD LAWD
Security just pat a nigga down-
Friend or foe playin’ on the wind
I told em i’m a New York niggaaaaaaaaa-
THAT MEAN I GOT THE BANGA’ IN THE TIMBS (HOLD ON)
My name ring bells like a carillon
If i forgot to text then I was busy tryna get on
Hanging out the window
Hood swinging’ on the intro
Got me talking to my pillow ' bout a possible crescendo
When the block hot
All my shit get coldaaaa (colder)
Grim and gaudy
Sweet death my odaaaaa (odor)
Open bolt on my two way semi
Break a leg before i roll my shouldaaa (shoulder)

(Chorus)
I got oil pumpin' in my backyard
You dont wanna weigh my worth in gold
Cause itll break ya scale
Ain’t tryna break my nails
I had to learn how to work the code
I had to learn how to work the gold;
No additives involved
But what's gold is gaudy
I don't want your money
Told my OG we gon ball!

*Yelling In Spanish*

(Verse 2)
Grandma need a new crib- i’m not tryna get a Biddenz
My great grandfather used to parlay at them sit-ins
My pronoun not nigga
But I figure how you figure
Saint vera icon on the level of my image! (WOO)
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
My feet on the ground like Jameson
I came in ten toes down-
And left w/ four phalanges like Raegan!
MY OLD ACCOUNT GOT DELETED AT 50 MILLION
I JUST MADE A NEW GRAM
YOU A BRAND NEW NIGGA
IMA BRAND NEW MAN
HAD TO BUILD FROM A QUARTER LIKE JAN BOUMAN
I got game for you niggas like bulletproof
I ain't tryna play it safe like bagman. (ludo)…
I got a bike not a benzzzzz-
Put a bag on my head
THATS FASHION
My cousin sold a dozen
He still tryna hit pieces
For the second time
Boy my ass made deans list
I been saving up for a dress for my girl-
But if this shit blows, ill prolly just hit beacons!

(Chorus)