Futuristic Finesse

[Chorus:]
Called the 740 in the lush, I was bumping Roc Marc
While them people trying to watch me
Dookie rope saucing on [?] and them [?] flossing
Pink diamonds in the watch face

[Verse:]
Had the burner in my slot
Just in case them niggas wanna give me problem
Run up on ‘em while he jogging out in Boston
Miss it out my nigga Solomon, he a Latin brother
Pop his collar, met somebody, pass my water ‘cause I’m rolling
Yup, and the car was stolen, out my element
Somewhere on the low end, don’t go there
You have no business, and I’m probably tripping
I don’t do prescriptions, get belongings to my pimping

[Chorus:]
740 in the lush, I was bumping Roc Marc
While them people trying to watch me
Dookie rope saucing on [?] and them [?] flossing
Pink diamonds in the watch face