text: Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable
  Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
  Untouchable, uncrushable
  Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
  Yuugh, I drops every blue moon
  To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube
  I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge
  In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge
  Legend has it, the wrist is magic
  The left is Patek, Philippes replaced by Matsuhisa
  Ignore most requests for the feature
  Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza
  While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha
  Can’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha
  I’m aiming for the moguls, why yall niggas aiming at the locals?
  And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful
  Still wishing on a star
  The last one to find out that Baby own the cars
  The final trilogy of Jaws
  The grills like, interior gauze
  It feels like, still white
  Matching Missoni looks African on me
  They tryin’ pin this trafficking on me like Mano and Tony
  My thoughts spilling over
  The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca
  Yuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox
  Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rented
  Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit
  It rides a little better in the cockpit
  Untouchable, uncrushable
  Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
  Untouchable, uncrushable
  Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
  Mu told me to switch styles
  He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial
  He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce
  Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce
  The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced
  A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce
  I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count
  Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce
  My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fame
  Selling Eminem to him and ‘em
  White to the Blacks I’m a villain in
  The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem
  Let’s talk about it gentlemen
  My barcode is Netflix “Narcos”
  Part on the side of my fro like I’m Pablo
  No hablo, I sell blow
  Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho
  Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route
  I could show you the strange fruit
  It’s looking like Beirut
  They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2
  These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use
  Of every Spanish name I done ran across
  No matter what the weight, I done ran it off
  I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off
  Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push
  Untouchable, uncrushable
  Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
  Untouchable, uncrushable
  Blunted in a 600, blunted in a