Lyrics final form! - atlas

Yo
Yo

Might just have to rip it through my nose
Lickin' on her toes
Pull up at her door with hella different color roses
Said she wanna go
Well where you wanna go?
'Cause I'll go anywhere wit' you, I don't care where we goin'

Can't delay it, been the greatest, no discussion
Topped me by the palm trees, I coconutted
I ain't yo' ex but I'll still pull up at the function
Think I found the formula for stackin' up these hundreds, might

Put bands on my hands like a lobster
In high school, I was gettin' slammed into lockers
Now I'm cool, posin' for the gram, check my posture
F's on my tests, bitch I feel like Mr. Crocker, I'm honored

Hit it from the back like a fender-bender
Yeah, I hit it then I dip like a chicken tender
My wrist iced out like a winter blizzard
Life flashin' by now, but you don't get the picture

Run it like an athlete, fuckin' in the backseat
Might just turn this Uber ride into a fake taxi
Said that Gucci drop was hella hard, I had it last week
Wavy like I'm Max B, you ain't have to ask me

Diamonds on diamonds, I feel like Steve I had to stack 'em up
Wilin', we wilin', my shawty drippin' like an aqueduct
So boofed that I can't move and I'm sad as fuck
Still hit her with that pool cue, told her rack 'em up

Ballin', I'm ballin', I'm like Mike with the pump fake
Versace up on me, I'm flexed up, screamin' fuck snakes
Designer is fine I could put you in it if you want, babe
Giuseppe, she text me, like are you tryna have a lunch date

Please, I spill the tea
Freshest around like I got the Febreeze
Head in the ground like an ostrich, you see
If you talk down, you ain't talkin' to me

'Cause I been starin' at my PC making beats until my eyes are sore
Flexed up, I get more checks than the Verizon Store
Next up, 'cept I'm up now, and it's time for war
Competition scared 'cause they know this ain't my final form