Indio

[Intro] Yeah yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh-uh, uh Yeah [Verse] Blessings over blessings got they feelings mixed Niggas out here checking do you still exist Single punches get a million clicks Then the trunk is where my ceiling sits Stripper women think I'm really callous I stopped throwing money one night out in Dallas I just wanna get up out of there In the club playing solitaire I ain't pretentious, I'm just past it Wipe your pussy juice off of my pants leg Casualties of a lap dance She dropped the bomb on me like the Gap Band Happened out in Houston Like Trae they let the truth in Naked yellowbone said her favorite song Was "Sunshine", man I hope they play it for her Gon' get a ho a record player to her Drop the needle, dedicate it to her Let it play 'til ain't no bars left Cartier look like the ground around a car theft Gyalchester in the aux cord Your suggestion, that's what the suggestion box for I take my wagyu on the top floor Then I take it slow like I'ma Wock four What's the point if we ain't poppin' off? Gunshot residue, that shit ain't washing off I ain't worried 'bout your top speed Give you the Martin, want the Luther or the Lockheed? I be chilling 'cause I'm traumatized Dropping riddles, fans tryna solve 'em like they homicides Dealing with the villain in us Media twist my words like Adrenaline Rush Fuck it, gon' head nigga, do ya thing At the very least, at least the niggas knew your name And they be coming out the woodwork Telling wolves that a brick ain't how a wood work Lowkey I been on a sweep 'Cause my predictions won't let me just go to sleep Coachella next, weekend going back to that UR wins backstage, coming back to back I ain't at your table, I ain't relevant Periodically I get up out your element I was there but you ain't even know me though Complex a part of my investment portfolio So when you win then I win too And I ain't even in what you into Ten out of ten, I ain't intend to offend you Tell my friends, "You ain't gotta defend what your friend do" You're not my friend if my number not in your phone Let me speak my peace and then get back to this warzone, yeah [Outro: [?]] You got what they want Don't you ever doubt yourself young wise guy From the West Side They comin' after you