​mochiatto lyrics

[Intro]
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
(You smoking mid)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you smoking mid, b*tch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in autumn
Got this caramel b*tch, look like mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Blocco's
Yeah, I'm dripping Replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a b*tch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up with my f*cking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, b*tch, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n*gga, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a b*tch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n*gga, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n*gga, I just make it happen
b*tch, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n*ggas so damn good at acting
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm f*cking good at rapping
It's cause I keep it real, n*gga, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n*gga, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm f*ckin' cashing
[Verse]
And I might walk outside just to feel the breeze
Damn, I'm still smoking dope, n*gga, it's a habit
No, I don't want this money, sh*t, I need it
Tryna stay afloat while my ship crashing
This lil' b*tch drive the boat, damn, she so ratchet
Swear this sh*t like coke, love expensive fashion
Back to rolling dope, damn, I hate I need it
Big bankroll, b*tch, you know I have it
Dream of VVS's wet just like some ice cream
I can't cap, I want real sh*t, not a lot of things
Yeah, we got a lot of money like the lottery
If I ever go back broke, blame it all on me
And sometimes I can't feel sh*t, damn, what's wrong with me
And sometimes I just miss sh*t and get lonely
Damn, I just blew some bands on some designer things
Damn, I just waste some more on these designer jeans
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, you smoking mid, b*tch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in autumn
Got this caramel b*tch, look like mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping Replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a b*tch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count up with my f*cking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, b*tch, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n*gga, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a b*tch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n*gga, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n*gga, I just make it happen
b*tch, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n*ggas so damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm f*cking good at rapping
It's cause I keep it real, n*gga, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n*gga, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm f*ckin' cashing
[Outro]
I smoke Gelato
Caramel b*tch, mochiatto (Oh yeah)
And I'm on a mission, n*gga, make it happen
Walk in the store and I'm f*ckin' cashing
Forgiato Bloccos
I keep it real, I'm not good at capping
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah