Indio

[Intro]

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[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