"Sea Wolves" lyrics
(feat. Jimi Banks)
It's the champagne and cereal Imperio
They know the trip is real my Jewish connect shout out Ariel
I'm going over heads my view is aerial
Thought that was my man but now it's FM like a stereo
Mask on me like Ray Mysterio
This all expensive material on my exterior
Old-fashioned all madden no lagging
As my girl still Louis Vuitton tote baggin'
Ghost phantom pull up with the pole bang em up
Make you nigga strip now that's what I call pole dancing
I'm so active still pay my taxes
Still Greg Ostertagin' cause she know I'm jazzy
And she know I'm flashy you ain't gotta ask me
My bitch fine as hell you might think she a Kardashy
She riding passenger shopping bags in the backseat
This nine milli come in handy
Back on my shit again
Fendi bucket on me when I land like Gilligan
I was always big-headed I had big dreams
Josh Allen I've been counting bills since 17
Look inside my pocket and see evergreen
I'm sticking to the script but now I'm playing scenes
Stick waving in your face no Maybelline
We stay at sea we doing well
Orca Sound the new regime
Loro Piana on the vest Pellegrino on her neck
In Monte Carlo placing bets
Ain't footballin' but we the Giants on some Jets
Ain't check to check
Yo fuck Khaled cause we the best
Don't need permission when you writing the rules
Them sheep can't sleep if they start counting our moves
Hire shooters on shrooms Luigi with the tools
I'm John Candy my Jamaican dudes sliding keep cool
Damn rhyming got this cracker in the Ritz
A lot of rappers cappin' y'all should all be working at the Lids
All up in my stories lurking at my pics
Y'all can copy fits but you will never ever buy the rizz
Pull up to Villa suites top back vanilla seats
My bitch get me hoes so I never cheat
Long blinks I never sleep Egyptian cotton on my sheets
3k leave the pocket every time I skeet skeet skeet on them
My IG bring the demon out you bitches
I flush the rubber cause my semen worth a billion digits
If money talk I must be screaming at you bitches
The Ruger got a muzzle guess my racket playing cricket
In my DBS we be spinning like a fidget
Your fake chains turn your neck green y'all New York City pigeons
Me and Jimi get shit liver than 2 Live Crew
These rappers looking like Moulin Rouge
Pussy
They know the trip is real my Jewish connect shout out Ariel
I'm going over heads my view is aerial
Thought that was my man but now it's FM like a stereo
Mask on me like Ray Mysterio
This all expensive material on my exterior
Old-fashioned all madden no lagging
As my girl still Louis Vuitton tote baggin'
Ghost phantom pull up with the pole bang em up
Make you nigga strip now that's what I call pole dancing
I'm so active still pay my taxes
Still Greg Ostertagin' cause she know I'm jazzy
And she know I'm flashy you ain't gotta ask me
My bitch fine as hell you might think she a Kardashy
She riding passenger shopping bags in the backseat
This nine milli come in handy
Back on my shit again
Fendi bucket on me when I land like Gilligan
I was always big-headed I had big dreams
Josh Allen I've been counting bills since 17
Look inside my pocket and see evergreen
I'm sticking to the script but now I'm playing scenes
Stick waving in your face no Maybelline
We stay at sea we doing well
Orca Sound the new regime
Loro Piana on the vest Pellegrino on her neck
In Monte Carlo placing bets
Ain't footballin' but we the Giants on some Jets
Ain't check to check
Yo fuck Khaled cause we the best
Don't need permission when you writing the rules
Them sheep can't sleep if they start counting our moves
Hire shooters on shrooms Luigi with the tools
I'm John Candy my Jamaican dudes sliding keep cool
Damn rhyming got this cracker in the Ritz
A lot of rappers cappin' y'all should all be working at the Lids
All up in my stories lurking at my pics
Y'all can copy fits but you will never ever buy the rizz
Pull up to Villa suites top back vanilla seats
My bitch get me hoes so I never cheat
Long blinks I never sleep Egyptian cotton on my sheets
3k leave the pocket every time I skeet skeet skeet on them
My IG bring the demon out you bitches
I flush the rubber cause my semen worth a billion digits
If money talk I must be screaming at you bitches
The Ruger got a muzzle guess my racket playing cricket
In my DBS we be spinning like a fidget
Your fake chains turn your neck green y'all New York City pigeons
Me and Jimi get shit liver than 2 Live Crew
These rappers looking like Moulin Rouge
Pussy
