Never Clear

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Yeah (Woo, whole lotta, whole lotta woo) Whole lotta, whole lotta woo (Woo, Woo) Wait, wait, hol' on (Yeah) [Chorus] Superfly, Mr. [?] (Mr. [?]) Beat the pussy, I ain't duckin' (I ain't duckin') Too high (High), pelican (Pelican) Baddie (Baddie), elegant (Elegant) No Rollie (No Rollie), skeleton (Skeleton) Mike Amiri wit' the Vetements (Wit' the Vetements) Ice out (Ice out), freezer (Freezer) I get her wet, Katrina (Katrina) One shot (Shot), tipsy (Tipsy) Two shots (Shots), mixy (Mixy) Bad bitch, named Trixie (Named Trixie) And she wanna know how to drizzy (How to drizzy) [Verse] Don't make me call up Trizzy (Call up Trizzy) He gonna aim for your kidney (Paow, paow) You don't want smoke, chimney Rappin' and trappin' till I get a milly Niggas eatin' in front of me and ask for handouts I got a buzz, it wasn't planned out We got the drop, camp out Shoot 'em from far, man down You gon' see red, no Redemption Duppy up it with perfection 30 on me for protection Niggas hatin', they see progression I got shooters like a gym (Gym) Bad bitches in my DM (In my DM), uh Coupe roof panoramic Freak bitch acrobatic Talk shit, let 'em have it I'ma rob 'em, it's a habit I keep my bands inelastic TP Mr. Fantastic, uh-huh Stay humble He gon' shoot, got no time for the rumble I keep a rocket like Westbrook Don't got the chop, get hit with a left hook Too high (High), Pluto (Pluto) Big body (Body), sumo (Sumo) Bitch, I'm the king, Kuzco (Kuzco) Do the dash in the two-door (In the two-door) [Chorus] Superfly, Mr. [?] (Mr. [?]) Beat the pussy, I ain't duckin' (I ain't duckin') Too high (High), pelican (Pelican) Baddie (Baddie), elegant (Elegant) No Rollie (No Rollie), skeleton (Skeleton) Mike Amiri wit' the Vetements (Wit' the Vetements) Ice out (Ice out), freezer (Freezer) I get her wet, Katrina (Katrina) One shot (Shot), tipsy (Tipsy) Two shots (Shots), mixy (Mixy) Bad bitch, named Trixie (Named Trixie) And she wanna know how to drizzy (How to drizzy) [Outro] Uh-huh, yeah And she wanna know how to drizzy Don't make me call up— (Yeah) Don't make me call up Drizzy Hol' on, hol' on, don't make me call up Yeah, get low, uh, get low Yeah, huh, do it just like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, gettin' low, gettin' low Bend it over, touch your toe Put the D up in her soul Bad bitch from— uh-huh Rolls-Royce Cullinan Brodie gon' up it like Markennen Tina, Trixie, I made her open a Citi Mike Amiri— Uh, used to wear Levi Now it's Mike Amiri denim Catch a opp, we gon' send 'em to heaven He gon' need a priest, reverend Bad bitch in it Huh, baddie with some melanine Yeah, and she got freckles Rock a nigga like a pebble Rock a nigga like a boulder Talk shit, run him over Brown skin, blondie Ass fat, obvi' On the I-95, goin' 135, uh And that big .35, uh-huhsend a shot to the sky, uh-huh Hahaha