Look
Its Big Essco brah
Walk into the spot with Lavish sweats fuck yo dress code brah
You still couldn't dress with us
I'm living clean I'm smoking broccoli eating vegetables
I use the power of my mind like I'm Tetsuo
To turn this lex sedan into a Lexus truck
I was swerving thru the lane like Akira in a Acura
Shit I rather hit the road then home bagging up
Masking up loaded them talons I chose my talent
Chose working on my craft the shit that get me up on Jimmy Fallon
I'm not yo average you just might just want to photograph it
The moment after she was asking can I autograph it
The moment after we was at my hotel laughing
The view of the room she couldn't imagine
She gave me neck she couldn't fuck cuz shes a roman catholic
She said she working on her marriage not your horse and carriage
So I'm dressing like a nigga that mix garage with the rhymes
That's called Grime
Nigga so ahead of his time I'm so sublime
Outta my mind, outta mind
This Kush got me out of my mind
Look
Go Essco lets go, we don't give a fuck about ya dress code NO
I'm a living legend out the section of my city
Who else you know go by 3 names from Bizzy F to Billie
To Essco still don't give a fuck about your dress code
Cuz these guys almost turned Yves Saint to Ecko
And for the love of drug delearish fashion
We at the Casablanca show dripping in fabric
They use to call me Shabba now I'm Mister Boombastic
I'm know to make it stretch like I'm mister Fantastic
And just cash in looking for a cashout
Im like the only plug in a bad drought
Connected for 30 yards on my last route
My Off White snorkel match the boards on a crackhouse
I spazz out like Beanie Mac with the mac out
They stack cards against me then I attack like I'm Stackhouse
Drive kick in piston's like a mustang
Head high screaming Fuck The World and let my nuts hang
Clutch that Dior dust bag hold enough cash to get me there
And I swear that verse just sent me there