Extra, extra. I can't believe it
Text ya, text ya. Bro, did you hear it?
Kitsune is on a new level
Lucid Soundz makes sick instrumentals
As soon as it starts I run it
As soon as it's green I gun it
Come on. It's me. I don't front it
You know the deal. Gotta keep it one hundred
That's the only time that I'll say that
Bustin' out a rhyme in a Maybach
Took a little time but I came back
King Kitsune. I love it when they say that
Extra, extra. I can't believe it
Text ya, text ya. Sis, did you hear it?
Kitsune is on a new level
Lucid Soundz makes sick instrumentals
Did you know that I'm the one?
I love the flowin'. Keep it goin'. Girl, it's just for fun
It's just so easy. Flow is breezy and that dress is sun
Bump the low end. Tippy toein'. I'm about to cum
Yeah I might never come down like a Paak alum
Bring the weed, bring the shrooms, and a pack of gum
Don't need no chaser for a mau-fuckin' shot of rum
I got my matey's, got no babies, and some apple crumb
You think I've peaked? Nah, bruh I've just begun
These rappers need a medic
Too easy to kill. It's pathetic
I don't need cash. I got credit
My girl think I look so aesthetic
It's not just taste. It's genetics
Your girl is a waste of cosmetics
Life in the fast lane's phrenetic
I got no time to be apologetic
Extra, extra. I can't believe it
The way you look makes me wish I was bulimic
Come and dance. Yeah, dance with the devil
Lucid Soundz makes sick instrumentals
I'll only go once or twice
I'll do more if you ask nice
I like the way that she say thrice
To my shooter, why'd you put me on ice?
I'm a Leo and she's a Pice
Don't want the whole pie just a slice
Blastin' the banger Living Mice
Nostalgic as hell. Flyin' high as kites
Extra, extra. I can't believe it
The way you look makes me wish I was bulimic
Come and dance. Yeah, dance with the devil
Lucid Soundz makes sick instrumentals
Did you know that I'm the one?
I love the flowin'. Keep it goin'. Girl, it's just for fun
It's just so easy. Flow is breezy and that dress is sun
Bump the low end. Tippy toein'. I'm about to cum
Yeah I might never come down like a Paak alum
Bring the weed, bring the shrooms, and a pack of gum
Don't need no chaser for a mau-fuckin' shot of rum
I got my matey's, got no babies, and some apple crumb
You think I've peaked? Nah, bruh I've just begun