BK2SHIBUYA (feat. SWANTON)

So me and DMoney posted up on the roof with some food and beverage I'm wondering if you contested, I guess I choose to stress it Yo I'm ruthless hectic sorta on sum DOOM and MED shit It's hella blue, you get it You niggas knockin that Well D just dropped a bag on exclusive shit, not that you can get While I was in a room with men making business approvals bitch You confused and it blooms a bit I recommend you should quit I'm living like a dude was rich I'm too intense Not tryna hold back Reunited with brodie I'm finna blow stacks I'm smoking the dopest pack, I scoped a Benz Now I'm riding thru the skirts of Brooklyn, as I hold the pad and going fast Gio in the back, she hold the strap, gold iPhone to match Exclusive rhinestones intact Got the wine we poured a glass I copped some 5s and ordered crab I got the drive on Donald's pass I'm still wondering why you mad Proceed with laughs, no need to brag but peep the jacket Its seamed with fabrics from streets of Paris We see you staring nigga Living the dream, I'm literally in a dream I'm literally fit to be in best positions coming from streets Of orange grove to foreign roads I'm sure as stoked as we flee Them Mississippi nights only did me right, we get it from deep Nobody care for us, the bottom of barrel, the timing will tell you Climbing the ladder reaching for platinum, I know I'll get to it Yeah We used to, we used to Yeah, we used to, we used to Yeah, yeah, check We used to double cup the styrofoams, the sharpies put our names to Benedict for brunch, sip mimosas out a champagne flute Seats reclined on the plane with no complaints Mr. Johnson, each stewardess know me by my nam Platinum Amex dialing frequent flyer mileage Every season pass, seats get closer to the pilot Secrets in the stash, had to switch the flight to private Sequence to the cash, spread the wealth yall keep it silent, yeah Brother man I'm here to lend a helping hand Cause nowadays niggas tell you get it how you can While y'all infatuated with a logo, naming brands I just took this shit from Brooklyn cross the ocean to Japan I'm in Dotombori, tempura the crab before me My shorty translate the waiter, this only half of the story Don't search it for allegories, no deeper meanings supporting Don't do this shit here to flex, this a competition I'm sporty for glory You niggas flop quicker than bombs that I drop with SWANTON Panda Express niggas still eating wontons 7PM at Shin Yeh out in Taiwan 6AM might fly to Milan to eat some prawn This shit a game a chess, I'm watching the throne for pawns The shit that ease my stress, its growing out on the lawn Don't need to be the goat, addressing you as my fawn It's 32 below reflecting off of the charm See the Undercover print, it's plastered on the tee Dover Street my luggage. Pack it, ask and you can see Think she got the package, she ain't lasting here a week How you call it flashing when ya caption game is weak I'm still the furthest from my peak Like my interest when I see the cheeks beneath the chic physique Tearing through these Brooklyn streets before I head back overseas Still a southern nigga grew up down the street from Metairie Yeah yeah We used to, we used to Yeah BK to Shibuya Locked from the states to overseas Southside worldwide