Heaven Bound

Sleight of hand, count my bands, come again
No offense, he's a stan, not your mans
In the lamb, I sped off, in the lamb
Chop the top, cherry red, he can't I can

Sleight of hand, count my bands, come again
No offense, he's a stan, not your mans
In the lamb, I sped off, in the lamb
Chop the top, cherry red, he can't I can

My OG just hit me said he need a new prescription
You're not talking money like we're speaking different dictions
I need new designer think I got a new addiction
At the Frio river tryna ice my wrist no blizzard
It's shitty, you're the type to freeze up when it's heavy
I know it, you can try to front but you still show it
I'm goated, I feel like the Baphomet I'm goated
I code it, I program the scrimmage like I'm coaching

I'm goated
Bitch you know this
I be floating
so much drip that I even made the sun wet
Ok bitch we don't do so well with gun threats
Take them fuckas out
Then we pull off in that bums jet

Hollup I ain't done yet
Let's just have some fun yea?
All these bitches look like some motherfucking Funyuns
Yea you Ted like bundy
Whole lotta red like fundip
All these bitches hate on us but
Where yo fucking funds at?

They ain't nowhere to be found
You live on the ground
And I am heaven bound
You is such a clown
Look up in the clouds
you'll see me all around