J Tion Wayne

[Verse 1: Church St]
Smelling like vanilla, Paul Malls and liquor
Ziploc full of skittles got my call log official
I'm flying down 20... call all officials
95 to Candler, then I slow it down on Panthersville
Dodging all the cameras
You ain’t dealing with no amateur
I don't want no beef, I just want the money sandwiches
Bad bitch, never rock clothes off the mannequin
Some Italian man got together with his Spanish friend, for my shit
I will have you leaking out the eyelids
I'm proud to be American, but always on an island
Specifically in the Pacific Sea with my pirates
And yeah we thick as thieves, you should try us
Feeling like Goliath
Sometimes it's just me, no alliance
So when I get the check, it's no dividing
Shalani gets high, get cocky, start writing
I’m talking lightning
It’s only good because I’m not trying
Pull up in that all white and, walk in and leave em cross-eyed
Then I walk over to the dark side
Park my car directly on the shore and use the foglights
Backstroking, humming, nigga I done had a long life
Ex call my phone, I reply "This is the wrong time"
My shit is on fire