Throw up a jet life or peace sign, and then an Eastside,
Stare in the mirror turn the lights out and say my name three times
And I appear through the smoke
Andretti, Andretti, Andretti in the Nissan



Got Me Walking Like Oswald Cobblepot

Term Brady & Action Sanchez

Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it’s simply logic
Produce this hard dick in seconds, make your bitch massage it
You’re like a forty dollar holler from Guadalajara
Gushing to scamma motherfucker’s ain’t promised tomorrow
Badges of honor on the chest the flesh got wounds in it
Got inmates with assholes that got balloons in it


Poppy Bagels & Tiger Blood

I was born to rep
You fucking with a hornet’s nest
Old shooters in the corner like Hornacek
Young boys that be handling the rock
Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar
I got the birchwood lacing the interior
Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria