MARDI GRAS

Disappear

Doing that shit like a ghost, doing that shit like a phantom

Doing that shit like a pro, they can't stand me

Wake up, get high, make an anthem

The shit I be smoking, you probably can't handle

You hit the jay, it's gone have you rolling all up in your grave

I give you precaution before giving you dank

The cologne a ten, but the gas stink

Clutching my waist when I'm filling my gas tank

Up at the top bitch, I think it's giraffe range

When I'm geeked, use the clouds as an ashtray

Retire with bangers, it's for the culture