Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow
Ain’t no such thing as tomorrow
The way we living today, talkin’ right now
Dreads hang on designer
Everything Mr. Comme de Garcon, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man these shoes I got on these are the hardest I’ve done seen
It look clean when you pour it, I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her hurry
It’s that category five when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG’s never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin’ so hard I deserve an and-1
Baking Soda market and I’m gettin’ it obviously
You a bitch, you a ho, that’s just my philosophy
And I’m known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color red lobster
And she’ll brain wash ya hair dog
I’mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I’mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I’mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I’mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop toppin’, head bobbin’
Grams to Grammy’s, two guns yosemite
Niggas put their glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B
Pumpin’ that amphetamines, all this D I’m pedalin
I be somewhere settlin’, somewhere that you never been
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I’m counting on a elevator
You gon’ need a detonator swimming with them barracudas
Put that rocket on that ma’fucka prosecutor
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you
I’m so fly I jumped out the air weang Gucci (Tell ‘em!)
I’m raw talkin’ California rolls
Smokin’ California weed with California hoes (Truu!)
Sendin’ flicks to my partners in the state pen
I just got some pants made out off snake skin
See them shades you got on call Ray-Bans
And the shades I got on costs eight bands