Ozone

Live in demand in a dirty pair of Vans

ChangeSet hang in a buffalo stance

Murdered every crib, turned ya dive to a dance

Speeding through the lights, traffic eyes in the sky Pirelli tires, fish bowl

I chuck the Duece sign

Y’all gassing

I’m steady skrt errrttt—passing

I’m in da VW Wabbit, swaging with my tongue out laughing

I find it funny when they act like they don’t know my words

Been coast to coast but still they look me in my eye

CSI

Who am I?

Reckless driving, it’s raining when I slide

That type of vibe, blew a tire I-275

Popped off, now act like you don’t know the name

We done locked off, and sh—sh—shutdown everything

They done switched up, now Central Ave is not the same

Peace to the Saints

They still hate Change, stay in your muh****ing lane

Gold teeth and Valentino shoes

I’m smacking all 32 until they tell the truth

I travel to yo town, collect a check and made it back

Ducking, dodging sunset

Blue and red lights, I had to offset

My nigga what’s next?

Feel like Pauline Oliver

Plotting on a Westfalia

On YouTube, my views too new to give a **** about a commenter

Your crew screwed, it’s a Oppfest on your posse cuts

Fendi Baguette for my clutch, tryna get breaded up, where is your lunch?

Where my competitors?

We was on set, feel like we set it up for y’all to get it, but y’all ain’t respect, so I had to jet

Foot on your neck, I’m never letting up, NB 990, boy step it up

Crystal stair for my STAR house

My New York shows bring the dolls out

Bad bitch in my Lo sweater,

Your new flex who let the dogs out?

Yikes

And still,

My aim remain the same

3x4 frame when I aim, til until you see my fangs

It’s kinda gritty but my smile never held no pain

I just let loose up on these tracks, cooling spittin game

Now pop that, hold that

Don’t spill that, sip that

Clicquot, I piss that

That juug shit, I ain’t with that

Now back back

The proof is in the wardrobe, won’t catch me in no sport coat

Paddle shift Volks bout to scorch down the forked road

AP Denim skirt, I need one more of those, when check come, nigga Lord Knows

but I’ma still—

Cribbo by the ocean

Paint pretty like Alex Olson

call Julie cause we need a Ozone

I’m at Dairy Kurl not Cold Stone my nigga