Antics ft. 4K & Mr. Wiseflow Lyrics

Cant lie man I'm plugged in

Cant lie man I'm plugged in

Bright lights and Stellar lights

I'm pulling up in my slides

Color the painting I'm tired of waiting

Times still fading I'm just saying

We need to bounce

Shits about to go down

I'm already gone I'm already out

Back to the the trap back to the house

Too many places too many faces

I'm just nameless

Tracks like this are there for the ages

Give me some praise I'm turning the pages

Making some changes take it in stages

Stealing my style I see all the traces

Don't understand it

Fly like a bandit

My plane just landed

Across the Atlantic

I'm on a island stranded

Seven seas cross the map

Seven G's I got handed

Pic for the gram that's candid

Back with a plan I'm avoiding the antics

Packing my bag and I'm puffing and panting

Lacking outside you get hit where your standing

Hide with your bitch your basic

Get the fuck out the way

Amazing

Smoking a Zoot blazing

Don't come over here with that bullshit

Don't come over here complaining

Fresh air that I'm breathing

Palm trees everywhere that I'm seeing

I get the bag and I'll see you this evening

Smack on your head take your hoe believe it

Step on the scene I'm a distraction

I myself am a tourist attraction

Step in the place and you'll see the reaction

Came with a strap cause I'm all bout the action

Zeus paid for my bolt and now I'm driving off in a taxi

Somewhere fancy

No one knew who I was cause I had on a bally

The traps been laid

The plugs been paid

My wrist cocaine

My AP plain

I Can't explain

Money so big I need a Tonka

Moving this shit like Griselda Blanco

Zoot to the face and I'm touching the sky

Remember the name I invented the style

Smoking my vape and I render the files

Going la flame I just pull up and grind

Showing you ways just follow the signs

This city is mine

Don't understand it

Packing the bags going cross the Atlantic

Super galactic

Lacking outside u get hit where your standing

Don't understand it fuck up the bag when I'm landing

Bitch wanted dick so I told her I'm fasting

I ain't got time for no fatal attraction

Wet road good traction

Two Zoots and a magnum

Can't lie man I'm plugged in

Can't lie man I'm plugged in

Bright lights and Stellar lights

I'm pulling up in my slides

Remember the days crackheads used to pull up with samples

Nah just me

Just me

Can't be giving out bud for free

I'm scamming out all the fiends by giving them peas

I'm giving them p's I got all the p's

I came with the p's and q's

I came with the keys and q's I'm handing out g's

Hole in the floor I'm planting the seed

Then pick up the pot and sell all the trees