[Intro: Mike Dimes & Dro Kenji]
Bezels on bezels
I get money, I'm up in my level
Breakin' bread with all of my fellows
No time for the pussy, got occupied schedules
No nine to five
We ain't fuckin', then why would I slide?
You wastin' your pussy
A boneified nigga can't chill with the rookies
Bro, talk to 'em, Kenji, they keep overlookin'
I really mean it when I say expensive
And none of these bitches is rich enough to kiss it
My wide body Mercеdes don't got a kit
But the Glock in the consolе, it's best not to trip
I've been up off these Addies like Marvin The Martian
I'm so outer space, see, I'm floatin' like a disc
And I'm, ooh, drownin' in water, but I cannot swim so I need a lifeguard on my dick (Okay)
[Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop' close, fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on necks, I ain't never gon' step back
Stick close, niggas sending hoes around me
Lil' Dro smokin' on big-ass ground beef
Car got a POV all around me
Smokin' on loud, I'm where the clouds be
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop' close, fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on necks, I ain't ever gonna step back (Okay)
[Verse 1: Mike Dimes & Dro Kenji]
Pussy look good, but that's just on Snapchat
And I ain't on OnlyFans, so I ain't gon' clap back (Okay, okay)
Yeah, she got a man, but I still ain't ask that (Ooh)
Old broke-ass bitch askin' for my Cash App
She got them cubic zirconias wrapped on her neck
And her sugar daddy tryna pay for the rest (No, no, no)
Keep on playing these games so I call her my quest
After I beat this mission, bet her mom beat my test
There was Stacy and Casey, and probably Aretha
And they face a canvas, so I made Mona Lisa
I can't go on dates, I take them hoes for some pizza
Kick her out the house and she gon' act like I tease her (Okay)
You know I'm Mike Dimes
I never go wine and dine, I think that's a waste of time
Nigga, this ice can blind ya
I'ma go and remind her that her friend is finer (Okay)
[Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop' close, fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on necks, I ain't never gon' step back
Stick close, niggas sending hoes around me
Lil' Dro smokin' on big-ass ground beef
Car got a POV all around me
Smokin' on loud, I'm where the clouds be
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
[Verse 2: Dro Kenji]
Buckets on me, diamonds water, and it's slidin' off of my wrist (My wrist)
She gon' hang around the money-gettin'-niggas
I'ma take the ho to Saks and change her life with six (Woah, woah)
I made six last night off rapper shit, she think my life so sick
I just heard seven fanned out bitches screaming my name like I'm Rick
You see me, you see big ass ganja, come here, baby, let's get lit (Okay, okay, lit, lit)
Just hit your city, let's get silly, come here, baby, suck this dick
It's not a date, bitch, come and find out
I'm in the studio, pull up right now
I'm so high, turn all the lights out
I'm so hot, bring all the ice out
[Chorus: Dro Kenji]
Fuck, I'm so damn lit
Chop' close, fuck-niggas, keep it in my backpack
Fuck, grrah
Foot on necks, I ain't never gon' step back
Stick close, niggas sending hoes around me
Lil' Dro smokin' on big-ass ground beef
Car got a POV all around me
Smokin' on loud, I'm where the clouds be (Okay)
Fuck
