Popeye Wstdyth

[Verse 1]
I don't know you bro, don't got any ties to you
Small talk ain't what I like to do
I'm up at two, I can't write when the skies are blue
I'm low on vitamin D but I'm at peace n no trues
Feeling bad, bought a Prada bag
Horns I'm a stag, brave the path
Subi tinted black, atlas on my back
Pound of gas, I might need a mask
Hit the J n pass
Never lack, plasma in my mag
Et off the pack

I could grant you a wish you can mix me with the tonic
Blue faces, djinns in my pocket
I drop a gummy in my drink now I'm off it
It's either mate or exotics

[Chorus]
I make deposits on my cellphone
I can find the clothes half price n I sell those
Stompin' out the roach, Eytys kicks with the Velcro
I been livin' in my own world like I'm Elmo
Hahaha I'm laughing to the bank, they can smell me
YSL n weed, man there's nothing you can tell me
MEK denim jeans with the Takahashi tee, take a selfie
I feel like Popeye, getting all my greens looking healthy