bleach

[Intro]

Level

[Chorus]

YSL, got it for cheap

Now all these niggas think I hit a stain like bleach

7am on the beach

Studying flows

The ocean got hella to teach

I put a 6 on my beak

Old lady's fingers get numb

From pinching my cheeks

I haven't slept in a week

I just been covered in blues

I feel like Mystique

[Verse 1]

I gave my jeweler Margiela

He gave me a skeleton

I had to bust down the bones

Got dirty looks at the movies

The money was calling

I Forgot to silence my phone

Got an invite to a show out in Paris

A nigga just downloaded Rosetta Stone

All I wrote down on my rider, croissants

So if they can't provide 'em, I leave it alone (Uh)

Meeting with Sony, I post on the gram

And a whole lotta rappers are diggin' my grammar

Charging 'em 200 dollars a stanza

They pay out of pocket like Vick in Atlanta

Money been jumping, it's too much to handle

I call my accountant, we working in tandem

Used to get Metcalf for summer

Last week I made double that

School cannot hold a candle

I'm up in Momotaro with lil' shorty

I keep the Virgil on me like a 40

Couple a Cubans on me, they imported

They got my neck froze, rigor mortis

I hit the breaststroke in the Benz

Swimming through South Beach with the fins

I just been going crazy with the pen

'Cause I don't get shit off of spins

[Chorus]

YSL, got it for cheap

Now all these niggas think I hit a stain like bleach

7am on the beach

Studying flows

The ocean got hella to teach

I put a 6 on my beak

Old lady's fingers get numb

From pinching my cheeks

I haven't slept in a week

I just been covered in blues

I feel like Mystique

[Verse 2]

Shorty she down for whatever

I keep my flow under the weather

I'm cold when they come with the pressure

Put diamonds all over the bezel

I can't even count 'em too many to measure

Steering wheel light as a feather

It's matching the shade of interior leather

Feeling more patient than ever

Taking my time

Enjoying the ride

I get there whenever

I'm in the booth when niggas are sleeping

Nike tech hoodie, I'm reapin'

Hellcat usually sound like a demon

Gave it the Forgis, now that bih creeping

I got ten toes on the cement

I got ten fingers on throat

The game in a choke

They hotbox the lab

They running an O

They took me to space

I don't even smoke

I hop in the Uber, I smell like a roach

Praying this shit'll come out of my clothes

Normally, I wouldn't really be tweaking

But I spent a rack and a half on the coat

The berry is bur, I rarely defer, call Harry for fur

No pun intended

I pick up a pendant

The VVs are looking like ice in a blender

The quality splendid

[Chorus]

YSL, got it for cheap

Now all these niggas think I hit a stain like bleach

7am on the beach

Studying flows

The ocean got hella to teach

I put a 6 on my beak

Old lady's fingers get numb

From pinching my cheeks

I haven't slept in a week

I just been covered in blues

I feel like Mystique