Yankee Dirt Lyrics

Casual Cruise in the Jet.

Fuente Opus X smoke floating into the vents.

High Top Bloody Stains came Permanent on my kicks.

Me and Mab getting high on strains you couldn't limp.

Such an expensive event.

Me and Shorty by the pool side.

Dressed too fresh to get in.

Chlorine water mixed with gold flakes.

Pool filled with snow flakes.

Laughing at the table.

Reminiscing on the old days.

My girl got a girl in her ear saying she go both ways.

Fresh to death like the sushi bar on a warm day.

Cuban links out in Cuba looking like Andre.

Bagging jewelry clerks out of lingerie.

Im a Boss Baby.

Imma get money smooth in these hardaways.

Put the Mazi By the Fin next the driveway.

Charcoal Seats in my All Black Everything's.

Chrome Wheels Shine like wedding rings.

Money buys plenty things.

These flows coming in handy like loose change.

Out the hot box moving like a zombie.

Fuck. I ashed on my suit.

Luckily it's bulletproof like John wicks.

Hard kicks like Michael White.

You ain't seen these coming.

I'm eating next to these new kids like I'm Phil Drummond.

Kicks and Snares you receive from my drum hands.

Dressed in holy clothes.

These hymns are feature the gun band.

All these niggas grew up in church.

Rocking suit and tie.

I made my own way out the dirt.