The Glory (feat. YJ)

Yes I was born a winner Look at my baby pictures Dear summer Some of the seasons are jealous That they don't get them jet ski and yacht propellers Them plates are stacked high with ribs and cherry pies School days could turn into pool days for vibes Pour the mojitos You know I brought some Titos I might do some sliced up fruit or hot cheetos Slice by Gino's That grigot is pinot This my summer ted talk slash keynote On Ocean Drive I feel alive like Pacino With his face scarred and a car fly like a guido Respect my face card and all is tranquilo You could ask Kairo the hydro is primo That Rapper Weed go so rapido I play the radio and go to Zol latino Cause I'm so latino Call Soflaa for that stir fry sofrito I love the summer cause there's so much freedom The sun sets the city on fire I love the sunsets when I'm on sunset drive I land at the airport I'm fly Be my chick for life if you get me chick fila Or is it Chick fil a I mispronounced crembula its crème brûlée It's my time to blow like I'm hand grenade With no remorse because they cant remain Go Bang Bang Let me just do my thing (just let me do my thing) You are in the presence of a king (and you already know) Meet me outside (side) On the 50 yard line (line) Like I'm trying to win my Super Bowl ring (I'm trying to win it all) Let me just do my thing (just let me do my thing) You are in the presence of a king (and you already know) Meet me outside (side) On the 50 yard line (line) Like I'm trying to win my Super Bowl ring (I'm trying to win it all) Like I have a super bowl Yeah Yea meet me outside at the 50 yard line Like I'm trying to win my Super Bowl YJ you snapped on this shit bro Dom Cee I see you my brother Run Ricky Lets go Mix Masters baby PLTNM Ya heard