PLAK (part. $HUPE)

It's Crazy Outside

They got the vibe so they know what's up
I rolled up in a car with no plates, with the one that goes: Bang! Bang!
My crew never backs down
And the cops never hold me back

All my crew's got the time
With Jacob's and Cartiers
I pull up in the Cadillac always with guns, drugs, and women

I rolled up in a car with no plates
With the one that goes: Bang! Bang!
My crew never backs down
And the cops never hold me back

All my crew's got the time
With Jacob's and Cartiers
I pulled up in the Cadillacs with the drugs and the women

Since I was a kid I was bold, now I'm in the Aventador
When I get high, my voice turns monstrous with the 2

White turbans with red
When they see me in Arabia
All decked out among the sheikhs
I win them over with my charm

The girls go wild with a hit of Nesquik
Escorted even in the air, like I'm Putin
Vacations all the time, in Ibiza and Berlin
The girl brought her friend, and in bed we’ll make a hit

Cruising down the freeways just looking at green signs
I'm dining at Javier's while my product sells
Funding like a gambler, the house never loses
Here if the dog’s tied up, it’s 'cause it definitely bites

And if I drop by to sell, for Hollywood I’m heading to the Hills
Cruising Malibu in a Cullinan with the Bloods or the Crips
I don’t wait in line at the ATM, it’s just me and the crew
It’s crypto on the table, with that she drops her thong

I’m gonna spend the cash, sing and lose my voice
A tattoo on my face, I want two in my room
Burn the Vatican and steal the chronovisor
Become Illuminati by 2032

I wanna die young to see you in Valhalla
To kill you three times in the wheel of Samsara
On the Walk of Fame, I’m gonna leave my mark
I’ll call the devil to negotiate with him

Even on TV when I see the Lakers in the crypto arena
Before the dog, waiting for my paycheck
There are no paychecks anymore
Just dozens

Money and dinners
Radio and antennas
Parks full
If I see you, you stop (ah)

It’s not all good
Drugs in the veins
From jail, penalties
Nothing is easy

Good-looking girl
You don’t fill her up
Gold chains
Mint plants

I also carry the goods
The joint that burns
I’m good to go
I want the burns

There are several topics
I’m just getting started
Route in the sands
Ey, ey, ey, without so much cream, we’re feeling dry

And if you kissed your girl, you tasted my stuff
Just so you know, it’s all Rich or Dead
Buddy $HUPE