N64 Lyrics

Spending racks on a pack

She hop on my back

Lots of blues in a stack

Stuff them in the back

Stolen Arts around my waist, put it on her face

Put your crew on display, put them on distasteful

Put me on a pedestal I'm fly like Frank Sinatra

Send me to the moon I'm Fuego spicy like Sriracha

I'm not one to mess with boy I thought that I told ya

Your crew in the cut like mozzarella getting moldier

Cartier cologne, all these Carti clones

I don't mess with V-lone

Don't mess with V-lone

You told me I'm special know you capping leave me 'lone

Leave me alone

I don't want your love

In the game like N64

N64, N64

I want fame like N64

N64, N64

In the game like N64

N64, N64

I want fame like N64

N64, N64

She texting me so often

She got carpal tunnel syndrome

She hit me with the wake up text like

"Baby won't you come home?"

I told her I'm a lab rat got to perfect my craft

I got to make this cash

I'm doing 100 dash

So baby why are you egregious?

She look at my sandals

And told me I'm Jesus

I got to cheese for a pic

I'm serious in real life don't ask for a pic

Rap game I'm the first draft pick

Rap legends tell me I'm the shit

Where you rap at?

Where you record at?

I cant answer so I tell them this

Gengar on my back and it stash a rack

Rolled your group into a pack

Now we smoke on that

I don't mess with a rat, cant associate

Lots of wagyu on a plate, stuff it in my face

I just had to up my rate, had to up my rate

She asked me out on a date

She look like The Rake

I am one of 6 Gods feeling like I'm Drake

Feeling like I'm Drake

Eating lemon cake

In the game like N64

N64, N64

I want fame like N64

N64, N64

In the game like N64

N64, N64

I want fame like N64

N64, N64