They don’t wanna see me up like giannis so I gatta X’em How you gonna hate when I’m getting to the bread and it used to be breadcrumbs Midwest livin’ that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon Making investments I get it, I get it then on to the next one
Wild’n, right now I’m on autopilot Ain’t got no stylist how the boy get so stylish Sliding, gt on the highway gliding Who driving? Right now it’s on autopilot
Told you we was next up My journey looking wavy, it don’t faze me in my Tesla That means I drive myself, I put in work look at my schedule I make it look easy Too high can’t reach me Chunk Duce like ET
When I drop Loui lap top know the plan Raised by the wolves no hand outs for the man Ay yo my life is automatic, auto stock, autobahn Auto start, auto-tune put me in my auto zone Hol up wait I need to shout out the fact that my cousin just beat her cancer Doc said she was a goner, she looked to god for the answer I told her truth in her prayer It was real quiet till we showed up Bunch of lost boys we don’t grow up Watch me alley oop it finna throw up like…
They don’t wanna see me up like giannis so I gatta X’em How you gonna hate when I’m getting to the bread and it used to be breadcrumbs Midwest livin’ that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon Making investments I get it, I get it then on to the next one
Wild’n, right now I’m on autopilot Ain’t got no stylist how the boy get so stylish Sliding, gt on the highway gliding Who driving? Right now it’s on autopilot
Can’t help but be me I got it out the mud only a few know what that mean Watch me do my David dance they tryna peep my lil routine, you know Study my moves and how I rock And how I lean I don’t Tik Tok But I might, woah Where I’m from you can’t go We the ones that they know Talking rookies talking pros And you know I hit my goal Don’t dap me not yo bro Small circle and it’s closed From the concrete came the rose I’m the one that god chose, truth!
They don’t wanna see me up like giannis so I gatta X’em How you gonna hate when I’m getting to the bread and it used to be breadcrumbs Midwest livin’ that wave, it got me gassed up like an Exxon Making investments I get it, I get it then on to the next one
Wild’n, right now I’m on autopilot Ain’t got no stylist how the boy get so stylish Sliding, gt on the highway gliding Who driving? Right now it’s on autopilot