3020 Winona Ryder

(I'm Working on Dying)

Wake up in my glory, early morning

Supermodel, call a taxi cab, take her home (Take her home)

Told my ****, "Quit the bitching", nah, I ain't taking long (Yeah)

Rocking bubble gum, smoking Thanos' dong (Yeah)

And I ain't telling the color of the new white lighter (Yeah)

**** see the style and get so inspired

RIMOWA full of Rick Owens, my bitch Winona Ryder

'Bout to put my page on private, you are not invited

And I'm only popping Percs when I'm flying private

Dollar signs on my lap, seeing through these eyelids (What?)

If I sell a hundred sweats, that's a hundred thousand (Twenty)

While these **** running out of, I'm a fucking fountain

I still need Hawaiian Punch coming out my fountain (Needs)

Log cabin vibes like I'm in the mountains

My mood bored, so I'm surfing, jaunting (Yeah)

New orb, so I keep 'em bouncing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

New auras, new colors, new visions

I just left Elliantte, got my neck Evian-ing

Oops, I meant Avienne, not no fucking Aviani

On that mafioso shit, we gon' whack a mulignane

We gon' lay him on the ground, he gon' stretch his feet (Ah)

He just tried to size me up and now he's six feet deep (Deep)

Uzi gang, we gon' pull up, know we sixty deep (Brrt)

And my **** in the field, boy, they play for keeps (Yeah)

And this hoodie from Camille, this is ain't released (Yeah)

Take my family, get a meal from Café au Vieux (Yeah)

Catch me swerving at the wheel of an SRT (Vroom)

In that special Project TWLV, got it straight from V (What?)

(Wake up, F1lthy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah