Windows

Yo, yo, one-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
We in this bitch again, baby
Indiana Tony, the temple of gold

Yeah, yo, Cazals on, surfin' through Art Basels
Bengals on both arms, I made time travel
In gold dimensions, my soul's suspension
I cop ARs, fifth .9s at the pole convention, biatch
Fake niggas gettin' frozed in the triage
Stuff like 40 bricks in the doors of a Fiat
Bullet holes still leavin' 'em dancin' in kiosk
Bustin' out the window, hit three of his Mamma Mias

Lookin' out my window (come on)
Lookin' at the rain (let's go)
Nothin' left but sorrow
Nothin' left but pain (tell 'em)
Why'd you go and leave me, sad, alone, and blue? (Watch out)
Lookin' out my window, woman, tryin' to find you (you better duck, nigga)
Why did you leave me? (Why?)
Why did you grieve me? (Yo, Supreme Clientele, let's go), yeah, yo

Shout-out to B-I-G, the D-A-double-D-Y K-A-N-E (uh)
The T-O-N-E-Y, Starks need an Emmy
Full clip, weight fall off like Jenny (uh)
Good times, got it all in my jacket just like Lenny
Abomination, razor raps and conservation (uh)
You can get popped on in population
Oxford in my Oxford, like four in the box (uh)
If you see blood on the floor, just continue to mop

Or get lumped on with bars, an Irish spring in a sock (uh)
Boil blades and alcohol and burn with a chop (damn)
See, yours guard the waters, release date, no pardons (uh)
The Akhis growin' them beards like James Harden
My crew be mobbin', I'm steady dartin'
Couple pen joints'll get you a Newport carton (oh, shit)
The voice of Marcus, Malcolm plus Martin (uh)
See me and my team at the door, you let Starks in

I'd like to tell you about the little girl (tell 'em, Joe)
That left her soul alone and blue (uh-huh)
Trouble is if I paint the picture too
(Shall we go into this shit, buddy?) Well, you might fall in love with her too (lock in)
Oh, she was about 5'6", a little bag of tricks
My mama told me to watch myself, but I didn't listen
'Cause for you, I'd stretch out my arms, oh, baby