Lantana Lyrics

Get the racks, now they want a piece of you

Get the stacks, now they wanna be there too

I chillax man I got nothing to prove

Smoking packs now I'm fogging up the room

Take my time, all these people they on tilt

On the side, yeah I watch their mental spill

Like they kids, man they rolling down the hill

Only hang, if you know that you are trill

Ayo Pierre, come in here

I got loud and beats, it's fun in here

We dying lit, ain't no problem there

Prolly with a baddy in our underwear

Smoking all this green now I'm turning into Yoda

Up here with Trudeau but it's cold in Minnesota

Makin all this music yeah I do that shit for me

But I'm feeling like I'm Yachty when I flow like broccoli

When I pop

Treat my family and my friends

Never stop

Imma do this to the end

Wonder if I'd make it any quicker in Atlanta

And my flow two tone like the fuckin lantana

Got me a job, you know that it's stable

I gotta work cause you know that I'm able

Keep up my hustle to pay all my bills

Doing the music all under the table

Bitch I'm a dog and I'm running my fable

Maximum charge, I don't need a cable

Industry artist, they got a whole army

I work on my ones I do more than a label

High at the club

Chill at the back of the back of the back

I see a baddie she coming my way

Now she throwing back with her back with her back

I got a whole lotta bars to unpack

I got a whole lotta kids in the sack

I got a whole lotta wishes but all of them missions

I'm keeping my life on a track

Noble like neon

No I don't fuck with a peon

I got a vision I put in submission, I tackle that shit like I'm Deion

Know that I come from the middle

Heat up the game like a griddle

Rare like a fox, and no one like me

But really I can't play the fiddle

Skin white vanilla, that's how I like all my shakes, F'real

Howie Mandel, when I be talking to thots, no deal

Everything you see you know it's grinded for

Now I got the purple on me like I'm Jackson down in Baltimore

Don't even trip

Although I got one or two tabs down in my whip

Off of the rip

Really I'm good with the smoke but I'll have a sip

Geek with the gang

Shawty she twirling her hips she doing her thang

Money is change

If time is money then change is something it'll bring

Small amounts in the wrong accounts, just give it time, we will add it up

Float up high, be a butterfly, with the purple wings like it's double cupped

Hear the kick and we feel the rage, turn the blood to flame, never get enough

Nebulas on the floor tonight, from the breath of us, when we go to huff

Build a rocket like I'm Salvo, fly away fly away

Rest in peace now to take off, in the grave in the grave

When I show up to the party, joint in my ear like I'm Marty

We rebel boys from the start, we cannot behave