BK2SHIBUYA (feat. SWANTON)
So me and DMoney posted up on the roof with some food and beverage
I'm wondering if you contested, I guess I choose to stress it
Yo I'm ruthless hectic sorta on sum DOOM and MED shit
It's hella blue, you get it
You niggas knockin that
Well D just dropped a bag on exclusive shit, not that you can get
While I was in a room with men making business approvals bitch
You confused and it blooms a bit
I recommend you should quit
I'm living like a dude was rich
I'm too intense
Not tryna hold back
Reunited with brodie I'm finna blow stacks
I'm smoking the dopest pack, I scoped a Benz
Now I'm riding thru the skirts of Brooklyn, as I hold the pad and going fast
Gio in the back, she hold the strap, gold iPhone to match
Exclusive rhinestones intact
Got the wine we poured a glass
I copped some 5s and ordered crab
I got the drive on Donald's pass
I'm still wondering why you mad
Proceed with laughs, no need to brag but peep the jacket
Its seamed with fabrics from streets of Paris
We see you staring nigga
Living the dream, I'm literally in a dream
I'm literally fit to be in best positions coming from streets
Of orange grove to foreign roads I'm sure as stoked as we flee
Them Mississippi nights only did me right, we get it from deep
Nobody care for us, the bottom of barrel, the timing will tell you
Climbing the ladder reaching for platinum, I know I'll get to it
Yeah
We used to, we used to
Yeah, we used to, we used to
Yeah, yeah, check
We used to double cup the styrofoams, the sharpies put our names to
Benedict for brunch, sip mimosas out a champagne flute
Seats reclined on the plane with no complaints
Mr. Johnson, each stewardess know me by my nam
Platinum Amex dialing frequent flyer mileage
Every season pass, seats get closer to the pilot
Secrets in the stash, had to switch the flight to private
Sequence to the cash, spread the wealth yall keep it silent, yeah
Brother man I'm here to lend a helping hand
Cause nowadays niggas tell you get it how you can
While y'all infatuated with a logo, naming brands
I just took this shit from Brooklyn cross the ocean to Japan
I'm in Dotombori, tempura the crab before me
My shorty translate the waiter, this only half of the story
Don't search it for allegories, no deeper meanings supporting
Don't do this shit here to flex, this a competition I'm sporty for glory
You niggas flop quicker than bombs that I drop with SWANTON
Panda Express niggas still eating wontons
7PM at Shin Yeh out in Taiwan
6AM might fly to Milan to eat some prawn
This shit a game a chess, I'm watching the throne for pawns
The shit that ease my stress, its growing out on the lawn
Don't need to be the goat, addressing you as my fawn
It's 32 below reflecting off of the charm
See the Undercover print, it's plastered on the tee
Dover Street my luggage. Pack it, ask and you can see
Think she got the package, she ain't lasting here a week
How you call it flashing when ya caption game is weak
I'm still the furthest from my peak
Like my interest when I see the cheeks beneath the chic physique
Tearing through these Brooklyn streets before I head back overseas
Still a southern nigga grew up down the street from Metairie
Yeah yeah
We used to, we used to
Yeah
BK to Shibuya
Locked from the states to overseas
Southside worldwide
I'm wondering if you contested, I guess I choose to stress it
Yo I'm ruthless hectic sorta on sum DOOM and MED shit
It's hella blue, you get it
You niggas knockin that
Well D just dropped a bag on exclusive shit, not that you can get
While I was in a room with men making business approvals bitch
You confused and it blooms a bit
I recommend you should quit
I'm living like a dude was rich
I'm too intense
Not tryna hold back
Reunited with brodie I'm finna blow stacks
I'm smoking the dopest pack, I scoped a Benz
Now I'm riding thru the skirts of Brooklyn, as I hold the pad and going fast
Gio in the back, she hold the strap, gold iPhone to match
Exclusive rhinestones intact
Got the wine we poured a glass
I copped some 5s and ordered crab
I got the drive on Donald's pass
I'm still wondering why you mad
Proceed with laughs, no need to brag but peep the jacket
Its seamed with fabrics from streets of Paris
We see you staring nigga
Living the dream, I'm literally in a dream
I'm literally fit to be in best positions coming from streets
Of orange grove to foreign roads I'm sure as stoked as we flee
Them Mississippi nights only did me right, we get it from deep
Nobody care for us, the bottom of barrel, the timing will tell you
Climbing the ladder reaching for platinum, I know I'll get to it
Yeah
We used to, we used to
Yeah, we used to, we used to
Yeah, yeah, check
We used to double cup the styrofoams, the sharpies put our names to
Benedict for brunch, sip mimosas out a champagne flute
Seats reclined on the plane with no complaints
Mr. Johnson, each stewardess know me by my nam
Platinum Amex dialing frequent flyer mileage
Every season pass, seats get closer to the pilot
Secrets in the stash, had to switch the flight to private
Sequence to the cash, spread the wealth yall keep it silent, yeah
Brother man I'm here to lend a helping hand
Cause nowadays niggas tell you get it how you can
While y'all infatuated with a logo, naming brands
I just took this shit from Brooklyn cross the ocean to Japan
I'm in Dotombori, tempura the crab before me
My shorty translate the waiter, this only half of the story
Don't search it for allegories, no deeper meanings supporting
Don't do this shit here to flex, this a competition I'm sporty for glory
You niggas flop quicker than bombs that I drop with SWANTON
Panda Express niggas still eating wontons
7PM at Shin Yeh out in Taiwan
6AM might fly to Milan to eat some prawn
This shit a game a chess, I'm watching the throne for pawns
The shit that ease my stress, its growing out on the lawn
Don't need to be the goat, addressing you as my fawn
It's 32 below reflecting off of the charm
See the Undercover print, it's plastered on the tee
Dover Street my luggage. Pack it, ask and you can see
Think she got the package, she ain't lasting here a week
How you call it flashing when ya caption game is weak
I'm still the furthest from my peak
Like my interest when I see the cheeks beneath the chic physique
Tearing through these Brooklyn streets before I head back overseas
Still a southern nigga grew up down the street from Metairie
Yeah yeah
We used to, we used to
Yeah
BK to Shibuya
Locked from the states to overseas
Southside worldwide
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Writer(s): Darius Johnson
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