Left the Scene

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Yeah, okay Danny
Okay, okay (Damn JakeSand)

[Verse 1]
SB Dunks, high top with the Wealthy tee
'Boutta send a blitz on his turf like Ogletree
I been cleanin' motherfuckers out, I got OCD
Said she wanna get a Saks bag, it's Coach for me
'Boutta blow a bitch back, I'm a wall breaker
When I'm done she gon' put me on her wallpaper
When it's cold I mix Prada with the neck gaiter
Blowin' bands like a lab rat, I'm a test paper
I don't miss and revive, I'm three for three
Watermelon crush, I'ma pour me a three times three
Ten-ounce steak with the crab at Ocean P
Bank plays up at Fifth Third with Danny G
Balenciaga Track 2's, mix it with Nudie jеans
Blew a band on a belt, a Gucci fiend
High as hеll off a lemon Gusher, I'm playin' it Sheen
Pulled off in that Scat, I left the scene

[Interlude]
Yeah, hold up

[Verse 2]
I'm sick, dawg, came to the spot in Gap for men
I'ma drop a trip-dub in MGM
Stack cheese, stuff it in the bank like ETM
Thought I had a Eastsport bag? This MTM
Let me run that bitch back like a relay race
Said she wanna pop out, I'ma need that face
And it's fuckin' twenty-five, I won't catch that case
Bought a crib in Southfield with a fireplace
In a big body coupe slidin' down the ave
I'm with JakeSand, he be geeked off a fat dab
Bitch said she wanna ride home, take a damn cab
And she was blowin' up my phone at the damn lab
In a 7 Series goin' fast on Dequindre
He don't get no pussy, I just caught him usin' Tinder
Fake ID, the name say Lew Alcindor
SRT, I had to store it for the winter
Always on the goddamn Gram, you addicted
He ain't even have one band, got evicted
Goin' thirty for thirty up in the bank, I'm efficient
I be lettin' my dogs run wild, they so vicious
If you wanna fuck with me, two wishes
I'ma give her lockdown D like the Pistons
I be at the downtown strip on a mission
White buffs with the dark tint, I got vision