WTV (feat. Blvck Svm)

Driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag No money no clout, that sh*t hurt no doubt But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay Pushing my buttons with pressure, conflicting my mind, I ain't trip it's whatever Flow fluid like water, drip matching the sweater I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever Yuh okay, said I'm not tripping it's really whatever Pull up Mikinos, J6 on all levels I said I'm not tripping it's really whatever I'm driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, and fitting brand new and It still got the tag No money no clout, That shit hurt no doubt But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay I'm flowing consistent, good measures I running off gas like this sh*t is some pressure I'm serving with confidence, mark my accomplishments Not goin start tripping it's really whatever Yuh ok, said I'm trippin it's really whatever I just keep winning, neck covered in medal I said i'm not tripping it's really whatever Crease in the Margiela Tabi, the prints I been leaving are not of this planet I can turn clay to ceramic The temperature spike is no reason to panic The Alfa Romeo is aerodynamic The body is low to the ground like a hammock I step out on Collins, my knots gigantic The Subis are full of them n*ggas from Namek Think I might need mechanic to check out the gears in the watch on my wrist The hands keep doing the mannequin challenge The diamonds depositing frost on my fist Brodie been searching he finally found him a demon like Stockton assist The engine a stomach on brink of starvation, I know for a fact his neighbors are pissed I'm driving down Irmo, I see all the buildings that's standing reflecting my past I hop in reverse and I Marty McFly back to cruising and speeding down East Ashley Ave That Moncler and Virgil discolored the puffer, its fitting brand new and It still got the tag No money no clout, That sh*t hurt no doubt But bread of the spins get me back to the bag, Okay Hitting lake house on a budget Eating some sushi on boat, telling Nemo don't touch it I run up that bag all of a sudden, That large sum of cash came flooding My homeboy came through and he clutched it I said bro the realest, he said don't mention it's nothing Get all the spins and the bread, lyrics gotta be read He said he not trippin it's nothing