Big Syke

Uh
Might have just seen me shirtless on Rodeo
Heavy luggage
Tanned skin
Beard glistening
Stomach full (uh)

Currently in high pursuit to purchase colorful silk
Word to mommy, any trouble, I'm built (uh)
Thugs love projections, invisible drug connections
Shave it to a sliver, the surface shredded in sections (uh)
Me and chrome have separation anxiety
Then I chose to delve back in, I had to buy a V (I had to do it)
Like, "Fuck it, I'm flawed"
I'm 'bout to cop this M7, I'm bored
Probably hide it in the lot then drive around in a Ford
I'm sick (out of my fucking mind)
I'd be lying if I said I matured
I'm worse than never, remorsed in leather
Fall in love for a second then I burst with pleasure
Tell shorty, "Fix your hair, get yourself together"
We gotta go (hurry up)
'Cause I'm always on a mission
Looking like a jewelry box that's going fishing

Everything else was just like a dream
Still living

Big ol' guns, we coming just like Big Syke (grrt)
Type of nigga get to dumping if I lose a fistfight (uh)
Wrist bright, finna drop a four, pour up a big Sprite (what else?)
RIP my nigga Soda, free that nigga Midnight (uh-uh)
Flew back to Detroit, had to get my connect right (I had to)
Made it to the port too late, missed my connect flight (where we at with it?)
So far ahead of my time, I'm on my next light (uh-huh)
Told all my niggas, "We gon' get money long as them bricks white" ('caine)
Fifty-six nights, vision cloudy, did a pinch of Molly (yeah)
Sitting in this Audi, getting drowsy, sipped a sixth of Qualy (uh)
Twisting big Gellatis, 'cause Mescati cookie crisp from Cali
Rented out the big beach house, partying in Maui
Money counter sitting on the counter, bro, some humble counting
Hunnid twenty thousand, told 'em, "Meet me at the Hungry Howie's"
Fresh up out the county, kept it solid, nigga, ask about me (facts)
Clear yo' tab, run off with my bag then all you'll ask about-
Where we at?