Bon Voyage

[Intro : Mike Shabb & friend]
Hey, attends, attends, attends, attends, 'ttends
Yo, baisse le son, baisse le son bro', kiet
Okay, ça c'est fucked up, c'est la baby ?
Yo, baisse ta fuckin' tête G, baisse ta fuckin' tête, yeah
Kiet, ça c'est fucked up
On est posé ou quoi ?

[Verse]
It was March Madness 'til my sweet sixteen
Alexander McQueen jeans, what I wore in my dreams
With the Basquiat Supreme from 2013
My life look like your worst dream
I'm like the 09 'Bron 'Bron, with the arm sleeve
We gon' stack bodies like it's sardinеs
The rap industry look like Canal Street
Opps won't fake or foul mе
I'm Dennis Rodman with the courtside seats
They keep sayin' "you got balls to make that kind of shit"
Fuck it, that's my kind of shit
It's either we roll on your ass, or we do partnerships
I know niggas don't want part of this
I'm paranoid, I'm lookin' by the window like I'm Malcom X
Somebody pass 'em by I diggity dunk, dunk like Das EFX
I'm [?] in the Carhartt
I got two dogs with me, they gon' *barking*
On your brother, we gon' spark spark
Shit we in right now, best believe we gon' do our part, nigga
We gon' get Kenny like it's South Park
I'm sippin' Wockhardt, just try me
Imma go DaBaby in the Walmart, haha
My white boy got the sawed-off, fall off
Medias talking, fuck I look like reading blogs?
I gotta push my shit harder, look like my toilet clogged
I'll send any rapper to hell and tell him "Bon voyage"