Octane

Hop out the van A mystery I'm with my mans Artillery Yeah Yeah Hop out the van It's a mystery I'm with my mans Got artillery I got the bands And amenities I'm not a fan Of the industry He popped a xan Now he fidgety Swear that the pants Came from Italy Don't give a damn If you feeling me Rolling these grams Got me giggling Smoking on that pack and now we lifted I just pray to God Cause this shit could be so different Ran down on an opp Caught him dead they gonna miss him I could never stop On the grind I'm too gifted I got octane on the way I got I got Octane on the way Posted up with my bros smoking wedding cake Finna buy a crib that's an update When I'm off the cid I feel so great Pull up where he live just like Postmates I got room to brag racks is in the bank Munching on some crab classy dinner date Stacking these hundreds and fifties I get it and go Fucking that bitch and I'm sticking my dick in her throat Louis and Dior my body Cause Gucci is gross Made a mill off my hobby I'm watching it grow Bitch I'm in the sky just like a drone Had to get the bag on my own I could never lack on the folks I just popped a tab with my bro I got octane on the way I got I got Octane on the way Posted up with my bros smoking wedding cake Finna buy a crib that's an update When I'm off the cid I feel so great Pull up where he live just like Postmates I got room to brag racks is in the bank Munching on some crab classy dinner date