Cabernet - Willie the Kid

Somewhere sipping a Cab blend

Catch a cab to the cabin

Camping at the Canyon

Compatible companions

Pretty women

Medicinal use for lemons

Clementines cleansing

Dinner time, Patagonia coats

Watching Michigan & Clemson

My clique popping Clicquot

Decode the G-code

You niggas clumsy

Money clumps like Oatmeal

Ill like a meal worm, The Fly

Rag and Bone jeans

Perseverer leather shit

Custom made pieces you will never get

Get your real life like your twitter life

(When) Life gets dark

Just preserve every bit of light

And be thankful

Low hanging fruit falling far from a tree

Let the winds carry the seeds

And see what it be

Meanwhile, Willie The Kid’ll sip Bellinis

Fuckin' bad bitches

Counting money on a Sunday

Believe me, mediocrisy is not enough

That’s why Aquamarine

Been coming soon for Six Months

Bask in the moment

For a moment

Wild like two MILFS

Muffled moans, muff-diving on it

Notice niggas never show gratitude

The car got attitude

The crib got character

Terrace altitudes

Terry cloth robes, a narrator

Narrating greatness

To narrow-minded niggas

Go figure, the real thing

Not a figurine

Fingerling potatoes

Tangerine gastrique

Strict on my lady friends

Bend over backwards

To prove worthy

Then I bless 'em like the clergy

Willie get the paper, call it clerical

Call me anything

But don’t compare me

Niggas be hysterical

I take pride in being me

Paid for my parables

Very good merrigolds

Planted, every pair of jeans folded

On a Merry-Go-Round

In the walking closet, I never lost it

I mighta lost interest.

Slight difference