WILDSMOKE STEAKHOUSE Lyrics

Seven tracks, drip plaques, Oakdale big stacks

Lux cashmere wax, smell like the upper class

Remember ice cream raps

Bars was still tight

But I had to take flight, F-35 still stealthy at high heights

Flashed that boy crib on a fuckin off night

Same night cop pulled out his ticket

Told him it's on sight

Picked up Wilkins, fought the court, won that battle

Like the Mongols vs. the European Knights

Zoo instrumental is all up in my archives, Kubi said hold it back until the fame arrives

You critically online, and fuck that fat fuck

Ethan Klein

Fuck Lex Fridman

Ground beef recipe is so tasty

Succulent, but I promise boy it's hasty (True)

Me and Sienna mobbin' LA she my baby

Walks daily, bark at an Israeli

Beach wavy, and I can't be pasty

AR the shoota, no it's not the gun

My boy for the Lakers new contract and we ain't leavin' crumbs (Grrah)

Vegas french toast, yeah that shit was dumb

8th person to finish, they told my mom

And I'm never drinking rum, never drinking cum man

I'm just having fun

You gotta' be God Fearing, that's the only person you should fear

That's the only perfect person on this planet

Is God