Lagoon

I just took a test, it's sounding like my shit go stupid

Lil bitch, I got like 10 percent more left on my to-do list

I rolled by with my old car, it's a coup, his name is Lucas

Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin'

I took that flight and got a big bag, man this shit is so taxin'

I set goals then beat it like Jackson

Black on black, my shirt from PacSun

You not fye, your homie just gassin'

Phone, going through my IG top request

These hoes trippin' like banana peels are raining up and down the road, ah

Pussy bald like Joe Rogan

Take her phone away

That bitch tryna get photos

Driving me loco

Tippin on 44s

Back to the bathroom (ayy)

Permanent racks

I'm getting my plaques

I'm paying the tax

Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match

No square in my circle

No time for all that

I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah

Driving till the Sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah

Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus

But I'm on that visa

Me not fucking with you boys

You actin' like a diva

I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rapping

And getting that bag but I'm missin' that terminal 3

I just quit the pack and the stoges

But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid

I don't do that violence but come at me crazy

I'll Michael B Jordan yo ass (I promise)

My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that shit was trash

I count it, I count it, I count it

Like I cannot sleep

And I'm counting the sheeps on my bed

I miss when the shit I was scared of was eating the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head

I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months

It's been 22 months that shit's almost 2 years

I promise that when I come back to Jakarta

That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built

My neck is a mortgage

She got an iPhone but don't got no storage

550k for the DP

The crib is 4 milli

I'm never gon' drive in no Porsche

Maybe a Tes-la

Ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic

Not boutta drop no bands for no Lambos

The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (Ayy, bitch)

Uh

How the fuck you hate and resent me for doing and trying my best, uh

I don't remember your birthday, but I know my billing address, uh

Que sera sera, lil bitch

Maybe this life is not fun as you think

I never look at my phone when it ring

I'm ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah

Driving till the Sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah

Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus

But I'm on that visa

Me not fucking with you boys

You actin' like a diva

I'm ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah

Driving till the Sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah

Whippin' cutlass, causing ruckus

But I'm on that visa

Me not fucking with you boys

You actin' like a diva