[Intro] Foot on the gas come try and keep up Turbo on the engine, I’d crash before I ease up I push 222 on the dash, might break the meter Might just smack the fucking shit out these rappers, go pick ya teeth up Know the procedure, stay in ya lane don’t try and speak up Pull out in Bimmers, untucked the chain now watch ‘em freeze up I pour up the Ace of Spades in the vintage Versace teacup In that black on black popping up on ‘em like “meet the reaper” ah Killer Kurt stepped in, now the hoes all going bat shit I’m on they ass again, they still recouping from my last shit These niggas’ energies don’t match the ones that’s in they captions I might just hit a stain then blow his stimmy on some Raf shit Nigga’s lacking class, all my linens came from Sak’s fifth Tuscan leather fragrance, Tom Ford also the glasses The young handsome devil, sex symbol, left shawty gasping You only played yourself by tryna play me like I’m average [Verse 1] So please fall back no this ain’t what you want The smoke complimentary nigga, no this ain’t what you thought Rick Owens all on the tags shit I don’t mean to flaunt I break shawty’s back then blow bands before the break of dawn A hundred stylists couldn’t get you styled like this Niggas’ll break they jaw they try and bite a style like this These clowns my kids, they couldn’t walk a mile in my kicks They’d probably rather kill theyself than see a smile on the kid, well shit All my life I want money and power Count these bands faster than hands count hours Dousing the crowd in champagne the hoes just shout louder Royalty in the flesh, they showering me in flowers Coward niggas, can’t see ‘em through the tint on the lens Plus I’m a one of one I’ve never been too big on the trends Told me she only fuck with niggas that got money to spend That’s when I went and bent her over on the hood of the Benz [Hook] Put the money in the fucking bag Put the money in the Put the money in the fucking bag Put the money in the Put the money in the fucking bag Put the money in the Put the money in the fucking bag Put the money in the Put the money in the fucking bag Put the mo-mo-mo-mo Put the money in the fucking bag Put the mo-mo-mo-mo Put the money in the fucking bag Put the money in the ba-ba In the ba-ba, in the ba-ba Put the money in the bag! [Verse 2] You not on my level so don’t address me I’m truly unimpressed with these niggas they pin against me Don’t let ‘em gas you up you not as solid as ya friends say I put cross hairs on niggas’ heads like Ash Wednesday The black Chen Wang’s, shit they ain’t up on this yet They putting wagers on my life shit that ain’t much of a threat How bout you get your girl, she acting like her man don’t exist She on my Instagram live, up on cam girl shit See ya’ll too timid, my presie’s new printed, they blue tinted 
I move different, plot, we through wishing, my crew rigid My shoes Christian, tailored suite vintage, who you kidding Coupe slip through the space continuum and the roof missing O shit it’s a homicide when Kurt in the booth with it Smoke pour out the whip when I step out it I’m too gifted Post up with a bachelorette she like how my jewels sitting Look imma steal the show real quick and then I’ll let you finish [Hook]

[Verse] Invoice cause I birthed niggas styles, hit me on the Zelle Space coupe came from 2093 we going interstell I don’t say a word, enigmatic aura make ya shawty melt Tied her hands to the bed post with the BB Simmon belt… yeah Black trench, pulled up on the stealth Gold dessie, pulled it from the shelf Six figures on the check, self made, I don’t split the shit with no one else White on white diamond color schemes Marine Serre moons on the jeans Shawty pulled up on my me with the mink on, and she ain’t wearing nothing underneath Light work, I make a swift move Light shows when the wrist move Snare drum knocking niggas hats off and it came with a kick too Ops talking but its straight cap Spun the block and then we came back I need a Billie then I’m out, fuck rap I’m too pretty for a face tat nigga Centerfold with me, douse her body with the Alize in the five suite  Fourteen karat Cuban on my shawty, smoke clear pendant for my side piece I don’t got time to beef with a nigga still rapping over type beats But don’t get it fucked up, I can make time if he thinking shit it type sweet Dolce and Gabbana, bit of Prada Sip Moscatto straight, we drinking from the bottle Made the wa- and it’s Ferragamo So much guap the family and the clique is solid Hoe to keep it honest no I never been too modest Top it off while getting- Swap between McQueen and Kam Vercetti bottoms I can pick and choose from different options Sent the invoice cause I birthed niggas styles, tell ‘em they can hit me on the Zelle Space coupe came from 2093, hit the gas and go inerstell I don’t even gotta say a word, enigmatic aura make ya shawty melt 2093 Delorean I hit the gas pedal and go intererstell bitch

Verse] Yo it’s the blind swordsman, the show’s over Decapitate and skin a snake, I made the waist match the cobra skinned loafers Tote hold a piece, with two more in the Comme holster Chrome choker, hoes get cold shoulders and get no closure I hold control of universes, polar and solar Chauffeur wave sticks like composers don’t get no closer Dominican she off the boat, her skin tone was mocha In a bubble bath, I count the dough while she role doja Tell them niggas kiss the dust, best no discuss Chrome leather, my fronts complement embellished studs Pockets watchers P.S. my wallet weight eleven tons A young James Bond with techs tucked in a Margiela tux Fellas just, hit the road don’t bother tryna settle in Fore heat seeking bullets escort you off of the premises Electric currents flowing through my veins and through my skeleton I walk through portals, rendezvous with oracles and revenants Napalm the penmanship, Porsche like a Pegasus I never seen a point to beef with niggas that I’m better than Ya shawty got swept up off her feet via my etiquette I let her cum first and she said “Kurt you’re such a gentleman” World on my finger tips, like I knew balance They try to challenge, and meet the end (‘N’) like a New Balance The coupe just landed on the moon, the moon boots Alyx You niggas sound like Clipse with no Push, too much malice Too much chatting, niggas ain’t making sense they needa stay in check The razor send his head through the ceiling it’s no escaping death So take your best, might break his neck before a sweat Then wake and focus on making what’s in between the bacon egg Tony stark in the flesh, a hole inside my chest Comme Des logo the breast, and shit ya’ll the rest Niggas get up charged and dissed I’m done with making friends Plus I could run circles round these niggas in a weighted vest I plot moves, they swapped crews then my stock grew The ops through, I booked his lunch money and copped shoes I swear to God I hate these niggas more than Fox News A bunch of fucking pussies running round dressed in costumes A cosmic entity, I’m not them, plot sensibly I pop deputies, and transcend gods genetically They not threats to me, they couldn’t fuck with five percent of me I pulverize planets in my palm passive aggressively So gone head and kiss the ring, hoe I’m head honcho Reign of terror, I popped up in the Supreme poncho Shooter got mini guns for hands he do you in pronto Christian Dior ski mask, he look like Lil Fonto Challenge me at your will, I won’t hold back Homie I’m not the one to play with tell your man’s fall back I backhand a rapper then hand him his tampon back I’m the king of my city and nigga I stand on that motherfucker. . .

[Hook] I hit the trap spot I’m in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box I just picked the I picked the pad lock No nigga you ain’t in the field you the mascot She say I’m even prettier in person, got her back shot Smoking op pack, light the shit up fuck a matchbox Fuck a matchbox aye [Verse 1] Aye fuck that shit I’m gone Walking lick, I went and mixed the Ksubi with the Chrome Delorean don’t touch the ground it float like a UFO He won’t leave the crib so now we on the porch like we the gnomes Blicky in the tote, Ricky in the scope I went and bulletproofed the whip like I ride with the pope I’m in the spot you oughta watch your bitch and watch your tone Raf Simons sweater on my body with the patches sewn Extendo on the stick, huh I let it hit I feel like Morty way I’m always with the Rick Don’t try and group me with these boys I’m too legit, I’m too legit She neck me while I pour up in the Uber lit, it’s stupid lit Like okay, heartless in that Comme Des Young nigga with an attitude lil bitch I feel O'shea Big chopper right next to the bookcase that’s just for the feng shui I’m doing shit that they I wouldn’t like Hell had a cold day, guess Hell had a cold day [Hook] I’m in the trap spot I’m in the booth, whipping up like it’s a crack pot I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box I just picked the- No I picked the pad lock No nigga you ain’t in the field you the mascot She say I’m even prettier in person, got her back shot Smoking op pack, light the shit up fuck a matchbox Fuck a matchbox aye [Verse 2] They tryna get inside my head I can’t let ‘em Had to mix the Gucci scarf and Gucci sweater I can’t stop doing these drugs they make me better I can’t hate that bitch she make me better Pouring up that cup it turn me to a villain yeah I can see the hate but why, we clearly winning yeah I just hit up Sak’s and I just got my drip in yeah Bitches know I’m not no regular civilian yeah I let the money stack Lil bitch do no talking got them runners like a running back She wanna fuck then run it back Got them drums like Thundercat Leave them boys like who is that Boci, get that green like Yoshi I sip that wok that codeine I hawk em quick like Tony I’m with the gang not dollie I got the strap right on me, geez All this dirty money’s gon make me bleed bleed bleed So they watch how I maneuver how I weave weave weave cause [Hook] I’m in the trap spot I’m in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box I just picked the- “You didn’t need to kill that policeman” I picked the pad lock No nigga you ain’t in the field you the mascot She say I’m even prettier in person, got her back shot Smoking op pack, light the shit up fuck a matchbox Fuck a matchbox aye

[Intro] I need a round of applause when I step in Rick Owens with the Ksubi denim on my body you know how I’m stepping Bad bitch wanna link so she pulled up on me with two of her best friends Ya’ll been plotting on my body since 2014 and guess who ain’t- [Hook] I need a round of applause when I step in Rick Owens with the Ksubi denim on my body you know how I’m stepping Bad bitch wanna link so she pulled up on me with two of her best friends Ya’ll been plotting on my body since 2014 and guess who ain’t dead yet [Verse 1] Like fuck did you think? You thought shit was good, thought it was sweet Bitch I’m in your hood, no we can’t link Polar bear, I pull up in the mink V-12 nigga don’t even blink Push start what the fuck is a key Bed of money like the shit was her kink That shit was her kink, yeah... throwing hunnids like the shit was confetti Smeared makeup on my neck and it’s Fenty Blacklights on the team like it’s Belly Speak of dollars I’m a man of many Hammer tucked beneath the Kam Vervetti’s Neck so good I almost fell in love Shit I can’t even keep the camera steady These niggas suck I treat a rapper’s album cover like it’s a motherfucking ashtray You had your moment now the gig up, I’m stepping up and they go out the sad way My therapy consists of blowing bands on Balenci when I have a bad day My dick too good for me to lower my standards so shawty I can’t meet you halfway I can’t link you it’s a tad late In the ’64 like I’m Kaash Paige Twelve can’t believe the hustle legal Had to take them niggas for a drag race Everyday I’m on a bag chase So much money almost made the bag break Camo’d down, hoodie up, the tag Bape  Apply pressure, niggas never catch breaks, grab the black tape [Hook] [Outro] I need a round of applause when I step in Rick Owens with the Ksubi denim on the body you know how I’m stepping Bad bitch wanna link so she pulling up on me with two of her best friends Ya’ll been plotting on my body since 2014 and guess who ain’t- Yeah… like bitch where they at? I’m counting dead friends Neck bloody while the ring froze, and the wrist game on Ben Ten Young Suge Knight, pull out, do the dash in the big body red Benz Send condolence if he show his face around the city without getting checked in

[Hook] And you’re so beautiful, what can I do Can’t take my eyes off of you I’m stuck on you [Verse 1] I seen this shawty while en route to different dimension She made me put the ship in park and cut off the engines A pretty face, slim waist, with a dose of perfection I seen a sparkle in her eye and it shone iridescent In all directions, butterscotch brown complexion Calm and collected, and dare I say I’m fully invested I’ve always had a thing for girls with an elegant essence The type that don’t gotta say a word to make an impression Shit is it me? I feel as though we’ve met before this I should floor it, but fumbling you I can’t afford it Don’t mean to bother but I just couldn’t ignore it Your aura’s out of this orbit, I feel you drawing me toward it And I. . . was thinking we should connect Something romantic that could lead into me kissing your neck And my apologies if it come off bold or too direct But girl this dick could touch your spirit until you astral project Wait... she cracked a smile, said she like my style Just tell me if you down, we could go the mile She said she like the way it sound but she made a vow She said she done fucking with humans cause they did her foul Well I assure you on this side it’s a lot better People you done fucked with in the past reside there, and the Whip could travel space, interior, top leather Some futuristic shit, Cortana linked to my Scott Dweller Girl I’m all for it we should take a risk I’m exploring different worlds, I could take you with A gentle aura but something about her’s dangerous She half cyborg shawty could speak like nine languages Damn, maybe you could tell me more if you slide Yeah I’m outlaw but we could be like Bonnie and Clyde Said she already on her way to outer space so it’s fine And plus she love the thrill of danger so she down for the ride [Hook] [Verse 2] We fly through traffic on intergalactic freeways They on our ass we treat that hoe like a relay We on a task, to hell with the he and she say I’m wishing I could clone her just so we can run a three-way The sex is out of this world, reality hurls My world right off axis it twirls around in a swirl And surly her anatomy’s pure, I drown her in pearls She run her fingers down through my curls, then passion unfurls I tell her… about my story she tell me feel the same way They put a bounty on my head I couldn’t maintain I had to dip from planet earth around the same day It’s like me and mankind just on a different wavelength But fuck I ain’t tripping on it neither should you She look at me like “you ain’t said a fucking thing but the truth” We tried to find our place in the world, and thus we conclude The world don’t go a place for us, so we shoot for the moon And we rush for great fallows, they judge they bang gavels Amok they chase shadows, the premise is so shallow We suited for space travel, they shoot us we can’t cower She cock and aim the barrel, her toolie it sing Avril Damn, I was just glad you could slide We both outlaws, but girl we just like Bonnie and Clyde And honestly I got some high hopes in making you mine I see you love the thrill of danger, hope you down for the ride [Hook]

[Verse] Shame leaves my vision blank And my body’s tight From this violent play oh Oh Can you feel the weight Of the lies that they Love to celebrate I can tell that you want me too Leave pieces of yourself in the tracks as a clue We’ll wrestle in the sand on our path to the truth Oh why, oh why Forgive me for not shooting straight I’m weaving through the fires and I’m caught in a maze Our sins have touched the sun and it spits back in rage Oh why, oh why You jumped on my back before I could fly You jumped on my back before I could fly You jumped on my back before I could fly Nothing is more important to me than clarity I’ve fooled myself for too long Fooled myself for too long Yeah

[Verse 1] Head held high on the Harley going westbound Can’t look back, can’t lack, or put the tech down They shout “hands up, put your fucking head down!” And I said “bite my dust” middle finger to the feds now I bet they want me dead now [Pre-Chorus] But I can’t go down that easily I’ve got the world within my hands I won’t give in so peacefully So come and catch me if you can Shot for the stars, I fled the scene And left everything I know behind Don’t try your luck you won’t succeed They’ll never take me in alive [Hook] They’ll never catch me alive They’ll never catch me alive They’ll never catch me alive They’ll never catch me alive They’ll never catch me alive [Verse 2] Head held high on the Harley going high speed Sirens never scared me nigga they excite me Don’t look back, ‘less I’m shooting at his psyche If I shake the feds now they won’t ever find me I promise you they’ll never find me [Pre-Chorus] [Hook]