Polar Opposite

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

(Maybe like four or five, can we- can we take six bars? Yeah lets take six)

She bust like a cyst, then I gave her a kiss
You ain't never seen rappers stack racks up like this
I go to the mall, and I buy it all
I'll buy Gucci jackets, don't matter the cost
If I want it, I have it. Man I'm living lavish
Pop up in the game, like Houdini, I'm magic
Yuh, pop up in the game, like Houdini, I'm magic

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Oof, I got two or three girls, I'll make em salute
They call me a soldier, talk down and I'll shoot
Yuh, okay I said
Hop in the whip, coupe ain't got no roof
Yuh, smoking this boof, roll em up just like I'm snoop, ou ou
We quick on the come up, man I never lose
You know that I get it, that's just what I do
Yuh okay, that's just what I do
That's just what I do

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Man I feel like a Pringles can
The way I'm stacking up my chips
I be so w-wavy man
Call me a bag of Ruffle chips, ou

Now I was never the first in the class
But now I'm in the plane, flying first class you feel me?
Cause I got falling grains of sand, like an hourglass
And my plane is soon to land, with my sassafras
Cause you know, I be moving pills and grass, by the mass
That's just, that's just how I do it

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Yuh I'm up so high, I'm high off the power
Boy you need a shower, yuh
Boy you smelling real sour, okay
Yuh, my pack smelling sour, that's the sour d
I give yo girl, my d hourly
She off a bean so I hit her with the team
Yeah you know what I mean
I said I hit her with the muh fucking team

Yuh
Cause I'm vibing like some fucking vibranium
You crying, I'll hit you in your fucking cranium
Came up now, I'm performing in the stadium

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Now let me let you boys in on a little secret
Right now I'm in my phase, like a blaster
And another thing, your girl is extremely kinky
Like overly kinky, she calls me slave master
Uh, and that's a bit much for me
It's also a bit discriminatory, and I'm not like that
Uh but, anyway on another note
I'm getting my money like a slinky
Cause I'm getting like like Uzi, and it's stretching
Uh, also, I got your girl wetting than a fucking Jacuzzi
And I slurp her up like a smoothie

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

Patek Audemars, it's all on my arm
Just flooded my wrist, diamonds brighter than stars
Talking bout stars, my coupe up on mars
Hop in the car, taking two or three bars

You could say I'm lyrical like the lemonade
But, I'm not Cole Bennett, and
But I have been it and I, I am it
Um, but yeah I've, I've been made from the start
And I got a new whip, and uh it's push to start
I also got a new pack smelling like a fart
And uh, all my new diamonds are yellow
But not like Bart, no Bart Simpson



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Anderson
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