Celebratory Cigars Lyrics

Celebratory cigars, living life fast cars

Tryna make it to Mars, straight off of them bars

Phones fully charged, now it's time to go hard

Don't fuck with me on God, we pulling up in a Dodge

Goose filling up this glass it's a celebration

The type of feeling you be getting on a fresh occasion

I be running this game, another level taken

So why you hating? Got no time for your jealous rages

This not a fucking hobby, put it in my job description

To new Rolex's, from no pot to piss in

Words coming to me, but you know your phonics missing

Don't meet the fucking role, it's funny 'cause I'm Godly gifted

Expectations I be breaking on a different planet

Ain't made a mill yet, gotta get it how I planned it

These guys getting recognition from me, I can't stand it

The vessel of success, Fluent the fucking captain manned it

This the finish, this the outro, this my cast-off

I'll let your body drop, if you live don't take the cast off

You kids is so pussy, I swear it's something past soft

I can see your future, I don't gotta take the mask off

Selling features for top dollar, I'm a top shotta

I can hit a lick or I can go and fuck your hot momma

I'm undefeated, 'cause who the fuck gon' stop Mamba

Stressed so I'm smoking, another chapter in the pot saga

Play count is climbing up I be hitting numbers

Thirty-five K track, went and set the tone for summer

Never count me (You) know I'll have you fucking looking dumber

Wake the fuck up, before I take you out your fucking slumber

Before I go, y'all better build me statues

Crybaby, Fluent baby, better get the tattoo

I can teach, smoke, fuck your bitch, and I can rap too

But your shit-talking don't even put me in a bad mood

Because I know myself, yup I know me

Opinions from these sheep, things the goat just don't need

I'm the OG, I hope you see it mom

Thousands of plays clocking in down in Vietnam

FKA coming up, I take 'em across the map

Your bitch got baggage chilling in her laundry sack

Y'all claiming GOAT status, but you know you hardly rap

Playing with your feelings (You) know I'll never leave your heart in tact

And I know, I'm as cocky as it gets

You can say what you wanna, but I know I'm not a bitch

The bad guy role on me, it kinda fits

Your now talking shit 'cause my music's climbing dig

Look, you make it to track sixteen, I give you big thanks

Supporting me at all times, go and build my big bank

I don't hear the hate, I don't care what these kids say

Rattling off shots, all these others only spit blanks