"You're now listening to 1999
Keep it locked"

Yeah, ay
Apparently they tried to get him out the picture
Pheromones are back been gone too many winters
Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers
Little did they know
It's gon' take more than that to bury me
Killin Bills feelin' like I'm Tarantin'
We against defeat that's not our fantasy
Lil hoe ay, yeah, aw
Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' le labo
I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow
You might've misheard me
If you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (fuck with the)
Fuck with the journey
If anything I'm puttin' you on a jersey
I fucked with a freak from Berlin
She a 9 out of 10, but I'd prolly not do it again

Yeah I hate fallin' out with a bitch
I hate pillow talkin' to bitches you ridin' this dick
But you don't have no interests
They movin' like ramen noodles
Way the heat turnin' all of em soft in an instant
That fame was my bitch for a sec
But I'm over her now we maintaining a distance, uh

"You have arrived at Cupertino station
Doors are opening"

Ricky ravioli
It's the biggest boss, baby
The biggest baby, yes!
Let's go
Top down, my smoke thick
Free throws, I own this
White tees, my hat back
My bitch bad, I love this
I run past that fuck shit
That small talk some fuck shit
Rich niggas my forecast
Anything else, is suspect (boss)
Laid back let's roll up (boss)
Smoke good, my nose up(boss)
Roscoe's, I'm iced out
Them niggass know my polar (woo)
Check this out, so hold up
Jada Pinkett, done sold dust (hold up)
Double M, we on one
Right back with the Cold Crush
I been rich, do research (run it)
Top down on three perks (run it)
South Beach, I moonlight
Niggas know what I mood like
And she know what my mood like
Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night (woo)
Dark room, I'm iced out (iced out)
Sunrise, it's lights out
Biggest
Maybach Music