can't name the rest (feat.) Ethan DaMan

Look at My Fleet Cant Name the Rest **[Intro - Ad-libbed flex]** Yeah, nigga, pull up... look at this shit... jets on deck, cars in the cut... fuck the rest! **[Hook]** Look at my cars, look at my jets, talk about me? Nigga, can't even name the rest! Pockets obese, stackin' that feta, cheese so heavy it breakin' my chest. Bitch on my dick, she seein' the flex, private hangar, we liftin' off next. Look at my cars, look at my jets—fuck your talk, I ain't hearin' that stress! **[Verse 1]** Whip game sick, Lambo doors suicide, hop out the demon, hellfire inside. Rolls-Royce Cullinan, bitch, that's my ride, interior oyster, pearl divin' for pride. Ferrari Enzo, screamin' like banshees, engine roar louder than your weak-ass pleas. Countach wedge, cut through the streets, look at my garage—museum elite. Jets on the tarmac, Gulfstream G650, globe-trottin' boss, no coach seat for me. Falcon 900, tri-jet terror, Paris to Dubai, sippin' Dom Perri'. They talkin' my name but can't name the fleet, Phantom, Bugatti, McLaren elite. Wordplay assassin, bars hit like heat-seekers, wealth so deep, drown niggas in meters. Bankroll thicker than Bible pages, turnin' these haters to biblical plagues—Exodus wages! **[Hook]** Look at my cars, look at my jets, talk about me? Nigga, can't even name the rest! Pockets obese, stackin' that feta, cheese so heavy it breakin' my chest. Bitch on my dick, she seein' the flex, private hangar, we liftin' off next. Look at my cars, look at my jets—fuck your talk, I ain't hearin' that stress! **[Verse 2]** Maybach Exelero, one-of-one demon, value eclipsein' your whole damn season. Aston Martin Vulcan, track beast breathin', V12 thunder, got opps straight flecin'. Private Citation X, supersonic dash, cross oceans flash while you stuck in traffic crash. Learjet 85 lightnin', bolt from the blue, land on your block, make your crew say "ooh." They envy the empire, can't comprehend the ascent— from the corner to cockpits, permanent dent. Niggas broke, talkin' reckless, I'm reckless with checks, cash flow tsunami, drown all the debts. Punchline killer: your life on E, mine on F, full tank, full clip—bow to the flex! **[Bridge - Ad-lib flex]** Hah! (Skrrt!) Look at 'em stare... jets gleamin', cars gleamin'... billions in the air! Fuck the pop talk, this street king shit! **[Hook]** Look at my cars, look at my jets, talk about me? Nigga, can't even name the rest! Pockets obese, stackin' that feta, cheese so heavy it breakin' my chest. Bitch on my dick, she seein' the flex, private hangar, we liftin' off next. Look at my cars, look at my jets—fuck your talk, I ain't hearin' that stress! **[Outro - Fade with ad-libs]** Yeah... can't name the rest... (Woo!) Gulfstream, Cullinan, all that shit... nigga, elevate or get left... look at my fleet! (Skrrt! Jet noise fades out) Lyric Video Coming Song June 2026