OUT THE BLUE

Whoa I'm comin' through, whoa

I'm in a groove, whoa

Can't kill the mood, no

Came out the- mmm, ahh

Came out the blue, whoa

I'm off the juice, whoa

I'm getting loose, whoa

But still in tune

I'm coming through, whoa

The wrist a Hublot

Lil mama hands on, I made her my masseuse, whoa

It ain't a member of the group that ain't of use

Loewe on the boots, I know my boy, he still a shoot

Bah, bah, bah, bah, like he two four

They never passed your boy the rock, I bought some new stones

If I can't lap 'em round the block, the fuck's the coupe for?

They say I'm cocky, I'm just tryna tell the truth more

Yeah, I been tryna tell the truth

Spend my time up in this booth, make something timeless for the youth

Clear my sinus like achoo, all these blessings coming in

Feel like I'm destined for the win, just manifesting once again before it's true

Yeah, yeah you know how we do (I was just warming up)

Yeah, never get this shit confused

Yeah mane, top floor boss I love the view (shoutout Lone)

Do you really think I came in here to lose? (you stupid)

Do you really think your bitch don't know the crew? (she groupie)

Do you really think this shit won't shake the room?

Storm send beat, he made it boom

Two AM, can't wait 'til noon

Load it now, the fuck is soon?

I still smell like her perfume

Left out by her to spit fire, this that California June

Locals praying I retire 'fore I'm higher than the moon

Flow is butter and I'm fly, ain't even come out my cocoon

I got five goons down to let it sing like they Maroon

Whoa I'm comin' through, whoa

I'm in a groove, whoa

Can't kill the mood, no

Came out the- mmm, ahh

Came out the blue, whoa

I'm off the juice, whoa

I'm getting loose, whoa

But still in tune

I'm coming through, whoa

The wrist a Hublot

Lil mama hands on, I made her my masseuse, whoa

It ain't a member of the group that ain't of use

Loewe on the boots, I know my boy, he still a shoot