Gettin so Much ISO Indies

[Intro: Dillmatic]
What's good, Damma?
ISO to the indies
Yeah

[Chorus: Dillmatic]
Open up the door, watch all the Gs forward (ISO)
Smoke clouds follow while we hit another quarter
Fifties on a carry-on, feel like a transporter
It's a privilege, to know me, that's a Hunnid on my broski
One-two-punch, damn, this thing hittin' fully
Fresh pot of gumbo and we back up on our bully
Beat by Damma, shout out to the boy Cushy
Now I'm everything I could be
Shades on with a hoodie

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
Puff a lil' somethin' so you think I got my eyes closed
These are one or nothin', no, baby, these is not those
Gettin' so much chicken, block cats outta tacos
Gettin' so much packs like we gotta scan a barcode
Gettin' so much, ay, 'cause we workin' outta ISO
Shoulda went Indies, but you didn't, now you dry snow (No, you didn't)
Baby, come to Brooklyn, yeah, you know they movin' shiest-o
Told her pull it over and got Areno rhinestone
Everything a process, checkin' and deposits
Gotta shoot closet, many complex cause it
He a true prophet in the true pocket
Rackin' Club Days, yeah, we used to be on Moffit
Gettin' so much, well, with so much in this world
Mind is what you make it, then every day's a turn
I ain't ever settled so you better up the score
Put the pedal to the floor, yo, check the dashboard (Skrt-skrt-skrt)
Gettin' so much, well, with so much in this world
Mind is what you make it, then every day's a turn
I ain't ever settled so you better up the score
Put the pedal to the floor (Skrt-skrt-skrt), yo, check the dashboard, ‘cause they (Skrt-skrt-skrt)