Randle

8 hour flight we just landed in Sorrento

Came a long way from smoking nicks and rockin Echo

Sprinter to the telly copped a room make sure it’s penthouse

30 floors up could see the world from out this window

Nycky threw the ball bout 30 yards it never intos

Juke slash tween

Dropping buckets like a sicko

Let’s go

She got wet right off the intro

Wait until she hear the end goals

But for now just put your hands on your ankles

Hol’ up I’m in the South gettin high

Smokin endo

Sippin Aperols and prosecco

We don’t got no itinerary

We just go wherever the jet go

Game been in a choke hold

Cause coming up I was always cut throat

Give my respect with the utmost

And save your lil dumb jokes

Live this life by a code and we die for what we love most

Every verse I let the blood soak

Every verse I let the blood soak

Two words

Locked in

High speed

Mach 6

They flock

When I pop shit

Ya style try to jock his

Two birds

One Nyck

My team

Come with

These twats try to box with

The don of this hot shit

Regardless

Tell me what’s a goon to a goblin

Say they in the field

I run this shit like Dave Goggins

Stop it

When my bitch a lil too obnoxious

I press up on the nitrous

And out like a light switch

That’s type shit

Not the one you wanna fight with

The guy you take flights with

And calm in a crisis

Sharp blade heads is chopped and place em on a pike tip

To let them mothafuckers plotting see what they gon die with

Surprise bitch

These deep waters drown you once you dive in

Not me I move like I’m a hybrid

I could do it all if I apply it

If I bulked up

Studied film

Stayed with it

Shit I could’ve won a Heisman

Stop lyin

Alright maybe that’s a stretch

But I learned to be a vet

With my back against the fence

I defeated all the odds

Y’all let the sun stroke

The shots leaving gun smoke

Yea

Cause every verse I let the blood soak

Every verse I let the blood soak