Bounce back season, this life shit a trampoline (Ayy)
Soda need an oil change, like, where the fuck´s a Valvoline? Turn him to a zombie, then I´m bouncin´ like a Trample Steam See I´m making noise, I bet she shake it like a tamborine No Chamelea, but cuddy ridin´ with a bag of beans No limit on the MasterCard, I feel like Master P Caught him rockin´ Loubs, hit his top, his head match his feet Flyin´ down Southfield, my play on Rotunda Ho so cold, she walk around, create a tundra Bitch asked what business cuddy in, shit, nunya Two middle fingers, Sleeve Austin, bitch, fuck ya Shoot it ´til it´s hot, then use my gun to spark a pound of za Told her that she better drive like every car around us cops
Uber ain´t no whistle blitz, I had him park around the block Shit, me and my thug dropped a six, a Barter in the pop He can´t shop until it´s deals, dead broke, EMS The only time I´m lookin´ out for clearance in the TRX I´m on 96 juggin´, Novi, then GR next Improving every day, leave the booth with new PR set Purple got my vision blurred, you´d think it´s belladonna (Bah) Shit, I run the Mitten, from Enro to Escanaba Why you rappin´ ´bout the Galleria? Never spent a dollar Twin Glocks meet you at the door, I guess I´m Esteban-ing Bitch gotta spoil me, plus give me loyalty
Tryna ride the wave, I hope you got some buoyancy You would take her serious, she just a toy to me Rappin´ like a king, but he don´t even get his royalties Trippin´ up in Bape, you´d think I slipped on a banana peel You ain´t never left the state, like, tell me how Atlanta feels Fully hit his foreign, only thing that´s left a half a wheel Glocky on me, I don´t wear a cape, still the Man of Steel Turned that Accord into an AMG Crib so big, it got a movie theater, AMC You won´t catch me on a livestream ´less it´s AMP I´ll up that drum and give him wings, it ain´t KFC Shouldn´t have played with my chicken
Had to snatch neph´ up, you can´t play in this kitchen Ain´t no three-strike system, you get one chance Know some motherfuckers that´s a thousand, ain´t got one band Run you down and swing the stick, Happy Gilmore They ain´t think I´d do it, sold-out show at the Fillmore Double cup of medicine, like, what I´m actin´ ill for? On the 7, let me call Rich, I´m passin´ Biltmore Drakey hold a dollar, shoot a quarter, bet it change him Fah, fah, watch it break him down Only when it´s beneficial to him, they´ll stay around (That´s why I´m out the way) ´Shroom on my head, clutch stick like I´m Toadsworth
Carhartt overalls, you´d think I´m doin´ road work If they ain´t throwin´ salt, they tryna throw dirt Well, it´s too bad it won´t work Pull up with the .40, like a kid, tryna hit truth But I ain´t tryna hit the club, I´m tryna hit you Talkin´ ´bout he winnin´, not even a tad bit Fuck a Fight Club, blicky on me, I ain´t Brad Pitt Bean up the road with punches on some mad shit Pull up, blowin´ torch, you would think I had to dabble it One-of-one, second to none You would think the truck roar, no, I´m just revvin´ it up Once you cross that line, you dead to me, it ain´t no resurrection
Turn him to a memory, they catch me, ain´t no recollection We just killed an opp, now let´s hit Party City Bustdown turds on the arms, you know my Cartis shitty (Nyah, nyah) Cuddy copped a couple bricks, fuck a Bitcoin Dog Shit Militia, ain´t no barkin´, be done bit boy Pause
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cams, you know? Hey Hey Hey Hey, hey, hey, nyah