Cueto

Yeah
I could break a levy with these diamonds
Watch 'em shimmy, Johnny Cueto, how they throwin' off the timin'
Jacket goose-infused, velvet in the linin'
Prolly sacrilegious, all the materials I'm combinin'
All this fine dinin' got my palet refinin'
But red snapper lemon pepper got real estate in my mental
The upholstery, Tuscan leather essential
I told bro "switch on the dash" 'cause we're torchin' the residential
I wrap my wrist with a towel the tone on it torrential
The plug identity confidential
Remember them late nights when the pressure built to my temples
Grippin' pencils I figure that my ascent was eventual

Ion ain't know the destination but I know the feel
Muscle memory how I control the wheel
Body built of Bentley, tear the street up like it's Cloverfield
Wocky in my brother cup, he can't afford the soda spill
Ion ain't know the destination but I know the feel
Muscle memory how I control the wheel
Body built of Bentley, tear the street up like it's Cloverfield
Wocky in my brother cup, he can't afford the soda spill

Damn, the rpm
Carefully craftin' the manifesto
Gravity only lookin' like Michael Phelps in the pesto
It's not on the menu, I'm cool payin' the extra
Carrots say the cutlery conjure a different spectrum
Pinky ring turnin' my plate to the Mississippi
Need some extra napkins, the server dispatch 'em quickly
Saunter out the spot and the valet go get the whippy
Glad I wore the baby blue beaters, share with the car, kinda nippy
Two things I keep are a bankroll and my composure
It's crazy how I can smoke out the booth completely sober
So far ahead of the pack I can't see them by lookin' over my shoulder
There's so much distance between us all I can hear is my motor

Press a button, cut the engine
Take a break, fill the tank, stretch my ligament's tendons
Recharged and I'm back on road
Lap these motherfuckers when I get in mode

Ion ain't know the destination but I know the feel
Muscle memory how I control the wheel
Body built of Bentley, tear the street up like it's Cloverfield
Wocky in my brother cup, he can't afford the soda spill
Ion ain't know the destination but I know the feel
Muscle memory how I control the wheel
Body built of Bentley, tear the street up like it's Cloverfield
Wocky in my brother cup, he can't afford the soda spill, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Levesque, Ben Glover, Grant Lapointe, Jacob Rivera
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