"Figure It Out" lyrics

Haha, what the f-?
Yeah, yeah (Private motherfuckin' flight, ya dig?)
Uh-huh, ha, ha
Huh, huh, huh

The way that I'm drivin' this Wraith, they 'bout to put me on suicide watch (Put me on suicide watch)
Can't choose what color I'm feelin' today, thank God it's a two-tone watch (Two-tone watch)
He don't like what I'm doin', he probably'll say it, but he'll never do some' 'bout it
My big brother like Marshawn Lynch, he'll run through somebody

She done caught me on a bad day, ho so perfect, it ruin my headspace
The driver go straight to the staircase, how could I ever be late to the airplane? (Huh)
These Japanese garments is handmade, whole body covered in shit that I can't say (Huh)
I take the Benz to the fast lane, I cannot help it, feel somethin' like Batman (Huh)
Buddy can go 'head and crash out, soon as he find me, let's see how it pan out
This Challenger tearin' up asphalt, Pops on the track so I'm rappin' my ass off
That pistol he totin' somethin' Airsoft, he don't do nothin' but act tough for them cameras
I prolly could share what I care about, I'm just afraid that you won't understand it
Me and Sxprano and tana still stuntin' in public, but the flights is private
Pedal to metal 'bout every last time I drive, should cover my license plate, yeah
I make the whole trap jump right now like a motherfuckin' parlay hit, yeah
I'm losing my head, but I'm holdin' it down, shouldn't get started with me

The way that I'm drivin' this Wraith, they 'bout to put me on suicide watch (Put me on suicide watch)
Can't choose what color I'm feelin' today, thank God it's a two-tone watch (Two-tone watch)
He don't like what I'm doin', he probably'll say it, but he'll never do some' 'bout it
My big brother like Marshawn Lynch, he'll run through somebody