Arc de Triomphe (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Adam Daniel/Madison Stewart/Michael Skinner

Produced by：Lido

Original pirate material

You're listening to the streets

Blinding with the lights

Lights lights light

Look question the **** you be on

Burning these bridges

Y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon

I need a ***** that's bad with a arch

In her back like the Arc de Triomphe

Original pirate material

You're listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial

Jesus Christ had dreads

So yes I'ma shake 'em

Welcome to the party baby As-salamu alaykum

I hate they flows who's doin' their creatives

I'm an emcee first

Then a Portland native

Yeah

Ay caramba I take his ***** then I beat the bumper

Started with the IG then the number

Now she at my house cuttin' up cucumbers

True

Yeah and her moisturizer turned my face to a merchandiser

They lips is looser

The money tied up

They face is screwed up

When they see that I'm up

True

Please don't test me

It's A-M-I-N accent E

I'm steppin' on these niggas with my own NB's

And my own cup full

Why's yours empty

Drink one

Question the **** you be on

Burning these bridges y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon

I need a ***** that's bad with a arch

In her back like the Arc de Triomphe

Original pirate material

You're listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial

Close your eyes and imagine imagine imagine

Me gettin' no paper not happenin'

Put your back in get to chiropractin'

Tit-for-tat I tip about a thousand

Look down nigga watch your lips

Get off your soapbox get to boxin' *****

And my money gettin' taller than a ostrich is

I'm finna do the macarena in my moccasins yeah

I am not a nepo-baby no trust funds

So it's **** you pay me

These niggas glazin' they ways is shady

So I must put 'em in a grave like Kacey

True

I'm hot baby where's the AC

Who are these niggas

Someone take the gate key

CEO I'm the one that pay me

**** I'm good but I'm wonderin' lately

Lately

Question the **** you be on be on

Burning these bridges

Y'all niggas is nothing like my boy Leon

I need a ***** that's bad with a arch

In her back like the Arc de Triomphe

Original pirate material

You're listening to the streets

Lock down your aerial