Antenna, keep my arm up and my elbow bending, Red Denim
Shades vintage feel like John Lennon
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
He got caught with it,
Now he got that gauze in him, whip it hard Whitney
Keep my arm up and my elbow bending, Red Denim
Shades vintage feel like John Lennon
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
He got caught snitching, chopper til' you can't find him
That boy be welling, he always lunching
My weed look orange, like its a pumpkin
Tooting my horn, this is my trumpet
Think I won't shoot, that's an assumption
Don't give a hoot, bout the presumptions
Ahead of you, I wipe the thumbprint
Still of the boot, feeling humongous
Remember my roots, came from the fungus
Chicks in the coop, high in a cockpit
Give me that neck, call her a ostrich
I pick the lock, don't need a locksmith
Hit up the mob, when I need a glock-smith
Don't get involved, nigga just watch this
I got a shooter, and she gon' shoot shit
Call her the mover, cause she move shit
Off a nigga, like a lose shit
Not particular, bout who you with
Lots of liquor, I'm Rick James bitch
Getting dizzy, fuck a lane switch
Want green faces, call me racist
Ancestors, came from greatness
Arsenic for the manifestation
Can't fight the curse, so I just embraced it
Hear the voices, but I still face it
Antenna, keep my arm up and my elbow bending, Red Denim
Shades vintage feel like John Lennon
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
He got caught with it,
Now he got that gauze in him, whip it hard Whitney
Keep my arm up and my elbow bending, Red Denim
Shades vintage feel like John Lennon
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
(Mob wit it)
He got caught snitching, chopper til you can't find him
