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Yacht Master

 

Yacht Master

(アルバム: Matching Rolexes - 2021)


Ha-ha (Trauma Tone)
Smoking weed in it
Girl, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it (Yes, that's incredible)
I told her, "Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your nigga" (His name is Kino Beats)
Uh

I lost track of days on the grind
The sun done went down, came back up again
I'm riding in my Chevy getting high
A hundred thousand miles away from all that sucker shit
They hated on my plans, they was too scared to try
Niggas ain't wanna see me with it, I notice hurt in they eyes

I wear my Yacht-Master when I'm on the boat
The Presidential for meetings and dealings with these business folks
I got a forty-one millimeter, I swear it's ice cold
Eveningwear armpieces, wear it, it attract them hoes
But I'm not after those
I'm more classical
She got her masters and doctorate, got her own cash, you know?
She a fashion killer, she don't wear much Fashion Nova
I'ma invite her over make sure, I got bottles cold
After a session, I get dressed and wrap my neck in gold
I left her in my home, make sure I locked a couple doors
In my absence, she might play dress up and try to put on my clothes
Taking pictures in unreleased pieces in her camera roll
That Bape jacket was a sample, that's controversial (Controversial, they ain't even 'posed to see that shit yet)
I know I'm fly like the pilot, fly like private, fly like commercial
Weed and good music is universal

I lost track of days on the grind
The sun done went down, came back up again (Sure I did)
I'm riding in my Chevy getting high (You know I am)
A hundred thousand miles away from all that sucker shit
They hated on my plans, they was too scared to try (Niggas too scared to try)
Niggas ain't wanna see me with it, I notice hurt in they eyes (I notice hurt in they eyes)

Uh
Through the money and bitches
Through the weed and liquor
Keep your head on a swivel
My nigga, keep living
Make sure you feed the children
And remain a real one
Forever chilling
I'm so effortless with it
No weapon formed against him
Can detour the mission
Got the message delivered
Want the best for my niggas

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