Sex Tatted On My Neck

[Intro]
(Go away)

[Verse 1]
Shakin' the room, I ain't say nothin' yet
It's been a minute since I did shrooms
It's been a minute since I got rest
They said I need to drop real soon
You doin' more when you doin' less
Right now I'm on top of the troposphere
They can hear me down in the goddamn crest
We got too late at Times Square
Sorry if I ain't read your text
If I sent bro out to that field, he'll steal yo' base just like the Mets

[Chorus]
And I'ma go get sex, huh
Tatted on the back of my neck, yeah, yeah
Nothin' but respect, huh
For my OG, she like the Jets, yeah, yeah
Lights flash soon as I open up front door
Might crash on that stage, doin' the utmost
Walk past, did you see me drop my love note?
Brodie pistol packin', I told him it's just a art show
Ooh, they didn't believe me, I said I was set back
I'm like, "Sorry for the mishap"
They like, "Cay', why you ain't rich yet?"
I'm just waitin' on a big check
They like, "Show 'em," I got impact (What?)
Sorry for all of the chit-chat
Sorry for all of the chit-chat (What?)

[Verse 2]
I'm like, "Show me where the clips at"
I'm like, "Show me where the zips at"
I'm like, "Show me where the cribs at"
Finna pop out with a Rick hat
I told bro if he ever go broke, Cay' know where all the licks at
In all of my dreams, I'm smokin' on dope and I got diamonds on pickaxe
Sticks and stones gonna break your bones
Better watch out, break yo' left hand
Hey, y'all niggas don't really fuckin' with the last songs
From the moment said that it's up then
All my of my flows dissolvin' in your head like bath bombs
They like, "Hold on, why he runnin'?"
Can you tell? I'm rappin' for somethin'
Give 'em hell, or you give 'em nothin'
Goddamn, you thought I would punch in
Matter fact, stop pushin' the button
In a minute, the beat start cuttin'
Man, it's crazy how I make it summon
Huh, how long 'til they notice him?
Man, I already know they notice me
I done sipped some green lean
But I ain't sip no green tea
Ate all of my green beans
My Glock came with a green bean
They keep sellin' the same dreams
They keep sellin' the same things
Been so long since I could rock out
When I do, I push the clock out
You play, you get knocked out
I go up at sundown

[Bridge]
Skrrt
You gon' flex when you get rich
Don't you flex 'cause you got a stick
Don't you flex, you ain't pay your rent
Don't you flex, you ain't can't take the top off
Don't you flex, you ain't even hip
Don't you flex, you ain't on shit
Don't you flex, you really a bitch (Huh)
I upgraded everybody whip
I upgraded everybody stick
I upgraded everybody drip
I ain't never ever throw a fit

[Chorus]
And I'ma go get sex, huh
Tatted on the back of my neck, yeah, yeah
Nothin' but respect, huh
For my OG, she like the Jets, yeah, yeah
Lights flash soon as I open up front door
Might crash on that stage, doin' the utmost
Walk past, did you see me drop my love note?
Brodie pistol packin', I told him it's just a art show
Ooh, they didn't believe me, I said I was set back
I'm like, "Sorry for the mishap"
They like, "Cay', why you ain't rich yet?"
I'm just waitin' on a big check
They like, "Show 'em," I got impact (What?)
Sorry for all of the chit-chat
Sorry for all of the chit-chat (What?)