New Moon Xavy Rusan

[Intro]
Ayy
Look

[Chorus]
Take it to the arm leg, leg arm, head like a Quran
I roll it fat, pass to the left like a baton
I'm a son of God catchin' these rays like San Juan
What your man's on with all this truth to stand on
I promise 'til the day that I pass, I'm on they ass
Fresh-painted digital dash, I'm gettin' cash
No exaggeration, the difference be in the detail
I get it for the factory, flippin' it for the retail

[Verse 1]
I'm slidin', block bendin' with my shine them was on
Why they always hatin' just 'cause my niggas on?
I'm 'bout to watch a game I put five figures on
Keep a bad baby with me 'cause I vibe with hеr strong
I'm movin' with intention, a whole dimension from y'all boys
Niggas got thе nerve to be short-changin' with tall boys
Really doin' shit that he be wishin' he can't
Bubble jacket full of rolls, I'm like the Michelin Man
They at they Momma crib, miserable, and splittin' a Xan
I expedite my passport and take this shit to Japan
My foreign fabric sendin' fire word, they know the fire good
Flier than every resident in your entire hood
And I'm comin' out the darkest of places, and yet I still shine
Niggas always talkin', we never see it in real-time
Peep the method
This your energy when you redirect it
Laid up with your bitch and we watchin' movie that we directed
They ain't gotta dig it, they will talk to me nice, though
Taxin' 'cause they act like you regular when the price low
Hop up out the coupe and the Cuban put on a light show
I never follow crowds, I be movin' 'em like a maestro
I do the walkin' and little talkin', I'm busy, bitch
All opinionated, but very few of 'em really rich
I ain't got the minutes for conversation ‘bout silly shit
They be long-winded, I'm tryna get me a Mille quick