Barragan Lighting

Uh

Damn

Man, what up, Al?

We in Maine eatin' lobster, and it's fresh off the dock (sure)

I'm like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on, let that dry (uh)

Y'all too worried 'bout bein' validated, my nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I just made another play and pulled off on the yacht

I'm headin' to Spain, everything was a Éxito

So after this, I'm boardin' the plane (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm high off life, I'm takin' international flights

I like that, then I'm coppin' it twice

I'm in the bag countin' somethin' precise (uh)

I get a load, then I'm wrappin' it right

Tuck spot with the Barragán light

I spent thousands on different collages

Street smart, I ain't make it to college

Like the mafia, I'm movin' in silence

Saint-Tropez, I'm checkin' my pocket

Daytona clock in at the dock, trackin' these boxes, uh (uh)

Out-foxin' the devil, I'm on another level

Forty-deuce bezel got me on a higher echelon

This a slight flex, if I stretch the arm, ring the alarm

I don't mean no harm, kiss the ring and bless the Don

Microphone in my hand, like a napalm in my palm

If you put me in a jam, turn this bitch to Vietnam

Catch me under palm trees, chillin' somewhere in San Juan

With a bad jawn on my arm, fallin' victim to my charm

Must have heard I'm ballin' like Olajuwon

Like the richest man in Babylon, haters babble on

They don't love you 'til you dead and gone, then it's said and done

Word is bond, so I keep it movin', gotta carry on

Real relaxed, hunnid rack stashed in the carry-on

First class with the champagne glass, I'm sittin' calm

Pray to God I travel long and I make it home

Born alone, die alone, but I can never say I did this all on my own

The helicopter landin' on the ranch woke me up

Hella loud, startlin' my cows, all my livestock

Rollin' my power, Versace to my socks

This room like a quilt: comfy, cozy pillow top (cozy pillow top)

I ain't so soft though, don't get it twisted, bro

It's killers out, colors go after kin when it's in the drought (when it's in the drought)

Super sad, cheer myself up, I bought an S-Class

Hardtop and a rag, yeah, bitch, I'm that man (bitch, I'm that man)

Park it with the others, I touch it one day, I'm sure I love it (I bet)

'98 Defender, Land Rover Discover

My discography could buy all of it (all of it)

Autobiography, one cold motherfucker

Don't come close, don't touch it

(Don't come close, don't touch it, I know what's best, my brother)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy