Lagoon

I just took a test, it's soundin' like my shit go stupid, lil' bitch I got like ten percent more left on my to-do list I rolled by with my old car, it's a coupe, his name is Lucas Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin' I took that flight and got a big bag, man, this shit is so taxin' I set goals then beat it like Jackson Black on black, my shirt from PacSun You not fire, your homie just gassin' Phone, goin' through my IG top request These hoes trippin' like banana peels Are rainin' up and down the road, uh Pussy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away That bitch tryna get photos, drivin' me loco Tippin' on 44s, back to the bathroom (ayy) Permanent racks, I'm gettin' my plaques, I'm payin' the tax Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match No square in my circle, no time for all that Uh, ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah Drivin' 'til the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' Cutlass, causin' ruckus, but I'm on that Visa Me not fuckin' with you boys, you actin' like a diva I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rappin' and gettin' that bag But I'm missin' that terminal 3 I just quit the pack and the stoges But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid I don't do that violence but come at me crazy I'll Michael B. Jordan yo' ass (I promise) My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid sayin' that shit was trash I count it, I count it, I count it Like I cannot sleep and I'm countin' the sheeps on my bed I miss when the shit I was scared of Was eatin' the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months It's been twenty-two months that shit's almost two years I promise that when I come back to Jakarta That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built My neck is a mortgage, she got an iPhone but don't got no storage 550K for the DP, the crib is four mili' I'm never gon' drive in no Porsche, maybe a Tesla Ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic Not 'bout to drop no bands for no Lambos The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (ayy, bitch) Uh, how the fuck you hate and resent me for doin' and tryin' my best? Uh I don't remember your birthday but I know my billin' address, uh Que sera sera, lil' bitch Maybe this life is not fun as you think I never look at my phone when it ring I ride 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah Drivin' 'til the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' Cutlass, causin' ruckus, but I'm on that Visa Me not fuckin' with you boys, you actin' like a diva Ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah Drivin' 'til the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah Whippin' Cutlass, causin' ruckus, but I'm on that Visa Me not fuckin' with you boys, you actin' like a diva