[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
[Chorus: NoCap]
One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end (Like a tight end)
For my darkest times, I just go buy Breitlings (Buy Breitlings)
I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin'
I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited (I'm excited)
Shorty, do me one favor and the whole world is yours (The world is yours)
Told you that AP came plain jane, I'm screamin', "All aboard" (All aboard)
[Verse 1: NoCap]
I buy a house in the mountains, that's in due time
Rylo lost his Lil' Joe, hope I don't lose mine (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the gas in that Lam', the tires be huggin' while I speed out
Even if I was Adele, I wouldn't say, "Hello," to the other side
Pocket full of dead guys, Backwood full of dead opps
Casamigos hollow tips, we gon' give 'em nothin' but shots
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Brother told the C.O. don't have no rat for his celly
He hung the phone up the first time he heard Global Tel Link
Big smoke, we ride banana clips, but know these fruits are deadly
One to his melon, so now he lifeless in the paramedics
I wouldn't approach 'em
We different, summertime, we rock ski masks at Coachella
But I'ma shoot it too like Steve Nash
Opps QBs, tell the bro go'n make a poke when he pass
Was self-snitchin' to all the refs and you don't wanna see flags
Better warn me, corrupted
Like the scorin' streak, we fuckin'
She tell me, "Go in deep," I love it
Told NoCap to help me find a way in
I fucked her, then walked past her, so she text me, "Amen"
(Al Geno on the track)
[Chorus: NoCap]
One foot on the line, I'm feelin' like a tight end (Like a tight end)
For my darkest times, I just go buy Breitlings (Buy Breitlings)
I go through a lot, you still'll see me strikin'
I don't know why I drive this bitch like I'm excited (I'm excited)
Shorty, do me one favor and the whole world is yours (The world is yours)
Told you that AP came plain jane, I'm screamin', "All aboard" (All aboard)
[Verse 1: NoCap]
I buy a house in the mountains, that's in due time
Rylo lost his Lil' Joe, hope I don't lose mine (Yeah, yeah)
Hit the gas in that Lam', the tires be huggin' while I speed out
Even if I was Adele, I wouldn't say, "Hello," to the other side
Pocket full of dead guys, Backwood full of dead opps
Casamigos hollow tips, we gon' give 'em nothin' but shots
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Brother told the C.O. don't have no rat for his celly
He hung the phone up the first time he heard Global Tel Link
Big smoke, we ride banana clips, but know these fruits are deadly
One to his melon, so now he lifeless in the paramedics
I wouldn't approach 'em
We different, summertime, we rock ski masks at Coachella
But I'ma shoot it too like Steve Nash
Opps QBs, tell the bro go'n make a poke when he pass
Was self-snitchin' to all the refs and you don't wanna see flags
Better warn me, corrupted
Like the scorin' streak, we fuckin'
She tell me, "Go in deep," I love it
Told NoCap to help me find a way in
I fucked her, then walked past her, so she text me, "Amen"
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