3020 Winona Ryder

Lyrics

[Intro] (I'm Working on Dying) [Verse] Wake up in my glory, early morning Supermodel, call a taxi cab, take her home (Take her home) Told my niggas, "Quit the bitching", nah, I ain't taking long (Yeah) Rocking bubble gum, smoking Thanos' dong (Yeah) And I ain't telling the color of the new white lighter (Yeah) Niggas see the style and get so inspired RIMOWA full of Rick Owens, my bitch Winona Ryder 'Bout to put my page on private, you are not invited And I'm only popping Percs when I'm flying private Dollar signs on my lap, seeing through these eyelids (What?) If I sell a hundred sweats, that's a hundred thousand (Twеnty) While these niggas running out of, I'm a fucking fountain I still need Hawaiian Punch coming out my fountain (Needs) Log cabin vibеs like I'm in the mountains My mood bored, so I'm surfing, jaunting (Yeah) New orb, so I keep 'em bouncing (Yeah) New auras, new colors, new visions I just left Elliantte, got my neck Evian-ing Oops, I meant Avienne, not no fucking Aviani On that mafioso shit, we gon' whack a mulignane We gon' lay him on the ground, he gon' stretch his feet (Ah) He just tried to size me up and now he's six feet deep (Deep) Uzi gang, we gon' pull up, know we sixty deep (Brrt) And my niggas in the field, boy, they play for keeps (Yeah) And this hoodie from Camille, this is ain't released (Yeah) Take my family, get a meal from Café au Vieux (Yeah) Catch me swerving at the wheel of an SRT (Vroom) In that special Project TWLV, got it straight from V (What?) [Outro] (Wake up, F1lthy) Yeah, yeah, yeah