Untouchable

Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Yuugh, I drops every blue moon

To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube

I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge

In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge

Legend has it, the wrist is magic

The left is Patek, Philippe's replaced by Matsuhisa

Ignore most requests for the feature

Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza

While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha

Can’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha

I’m aiming for the moguls, why y'all niggas aiming at the locals?

And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful

Still wishing on a star

The last one to find out that Baby own the cars

The final trilogy of Jaws

The grills like, interior gauze

It feels like, still white

Matching Missoni looks African on me

They tryin’ pin this trafficking on me like Mano and Tony

My thoughts spilling over

The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca

Yuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox

Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rented

Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit

It rides a little better in the cockpit

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Mu told me to switch styles

He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial

He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce

Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce

The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced

A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce

I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count

Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce

My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fame

Selling Eminem to him and ‘em

White to the Blacks I’m a villain in

The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem

Let’s talk about it gentlemen

My barcode is Netflix Narcos

Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m Pablo

No hablo, I sell blow

Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho

Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route

I could show you the strange fruit

It’s looking like Beirut

They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2

These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use

Of every Spanish name I done ran across

No matter what the weight, I done ran it off

I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off

Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600