Black Attire Hyype (Ft. LUCKI)

[Verse 1: Hyype]

I'm in that all red chariot
Speedin' down the 55
Smellin' like Giovanni Armani
When I'm gettin' high
The pack so loud it over powers
The cologne that's in my ride
Loft 35 on super flex
At the high rise
I made a plan to be a legend
With my alter-ego
I'm the enlightenment
To the darkness in these evil people
These thirsty Fefe's need hydration
Thinkin' bout the sequal
Momma always prayed with grapes
I guess I was a godly fetal
You never know it could happen to you
Highly unlikely unless you can make it possible
Tryna move some numbers
I know I can make it probable
Just take my hand
Let's make these jams into another profit boo
I'm like my daddy when it come to this shit
A couple thotties scream my name
And try to auction my dick
No no no no ho just worship me
And take a look at my pics
Fruity rappers get Apple Jacked
If they ass is about to Trick
This ain't flexin' rap
Finnesse'n rap
Homie this is different rap
That wordplay verbal assassin
Sippin' on Remy rap
Free the bad bitches I'm waitin' til they bring Remy back
In music boa I'll stain the plug
I tell them all to give me that
It's all about power and respect
If you build it right you get you a reality check
Buy you everything that you wanted
Cuz I guess that you set
But if it was me I'd cop me a 95' Corvette