Black Fish in Tuxedos

I'm in the Hamptons wine tasting

Smashing grapes in my Bottegas

Tryna take me out my grace I'll send you to them high places

Versace bed sheets I sleep in all designer labels

I don't do the runways

Only runway is when I fly the plane

Expensive habits

I drape my body in expensive fabrics

My Uda hold the big twelve like March Madness

My broad spanish

She in the Bronx stashing

Work inside the Nail Salon

Her ass fat & her hair is long

I smoke cigars

I'm wavy baby like the Coast Guards

Exotic cars

This Mozart meets Ozark

I'm peeping game

You lil pups need coaching dog

I'm star status

Smoke in designer man that's high fashion,

I'm at the Mondrian I toll the clerks to hold my baggage,

I need the horse & carriage

I don't need divorce or marriage

I need 100 acres with the Porsche in front the Mansion

It's Orca bastard yo

I'm not in danger

I am danger

Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, huh?

Come here, come here

Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Uncle Larry

You pussies can't share my air

Walk a mile in a pair I wear

And I'm getting better year by year

And I'm still right here

Ain't taking people to the top that hate to see me there

Listen, I don't know no fucking Kianna

I leave the phone unlocked so when she acting like Madonna,

she can see that I got options

I don't really need the drama

Plenty fish up in the sea, but these bitches is some piranhas

Wine pouring in my suite

Rick Owens on my feet

Cashmere on my skin while Sinatra bumping on my speaks

Fly to Paris for a week

Tokyo for the steez

Diamonds help me freeze so I shine when I'm in Belize

Upper East Side living

Butler in the kitchen

Double R stitching complements my ambition

Rolls, no Lincoln

Park Ave, Minkin'

Left hand on the phone, right pinky ring on her kitten

You thought your man's real till shit got real

Now it's a gender reveal

Pink blood spilled

You otter tell nobody

Keep your lips sealed

Or get your cap peeled back from the scratch steel

Labels labeled me difficult because they couldn't fuck me

Same people got laid off, turned into junkies

Man, they used to duck me

Now they want to suck me

Asking for a job

Industry is getting ugly

I dropped the country album

I ain't even fucking country

Then Post Malone went and put the cunt in the country

Closing doors, took my passport, and left the country

Back to rappin' and praying Ice Spice go back to munchies

Yeah, vision inspires and leadership keeps

Poor directions where loyalty leaks

They get quiet when royalty speaks

I don't care who on first as long as we eat

If Jimmy Jay, I'm cool with Bleek

If I'm Ross, he cool with Meek

Get on and share the keys to the Lox with ease

Living chic, we can go ghost

Kiss goodbye to p', motherfucker

Warriors die

is you ready to die

There's so much on my mind

Is you ready to die?

Kiss your ass goodbye

Orca Sound Records