Gang five deep, splash around like the Great Lakes
Why you uppin´ funny money? Why you thumbin´ fake pape´? (Helluva made this beat, baby) Do that got a CO2 tank? Why the fuck you totin´ fake Drac´? Shoppin´ off of Alibaba, why you rockin´ fake Bape? Karo, Karo, you sippin´ fake drank Oh, okay, I see what´s goin´ on, boy, you fake-fake I just made some real pape´ with a fake name Tryna act like BabyTron, like, oh, okay, you fake James Eatin´ off the banks, but I´ll stop to take a steak break Amiris with the bandanas, lookin´ like I gangbang What´s that one saying? Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change
No fakin´ 201 plug on Telegram, he speak Croatian Looking for his badge number, heard he givin´ infomation Huh, congrats Huh, congrats, congrats, you just played yourself, hang yourself You should take the switch, turn it on and go and spank yourself Yappin´ like the head honcho, must´ve went and ranked yourself Wrestlin´ with the monkey on my back, I´m tryna win the title Preachin´ in the booth, you would´ve thought these verses in the Bible You would think she Pocahontas, lil´ bitch, she givin´ tribal Zero losses on my record, Scottie Pippen in the finals
BR1 and 2 on wax, come and get a vinyl Every time I throw a touchdown, that bitch a spiral Treat these hoes like water bottles how they get recycled I´ve been travelin´ all week, this my sixth arrival Bitch head fire, my shoes got blew off Ridin´ with that fah-fah-fah, let´s have a shoot off That one shit´ll turn your titi into Rudolph I know you read the shirt, shit, it´s hard to cut root off He was grabbin´ on the blick, but didn´t bust and gave it blue balls In middle school, I was trippin´ salmon to the blue hall Man, I really hate it when your boo call
´Cause that´s the type of shit that really piss my boo off Street ballin´, shit, it´s time to cut the rules off Poured a deuce of that juice, I´m finna snooze off Talkin´ for no reason, I´m just thinkin´, "Who´s dog?" Get him out of here, point him to the door When it´s time for a skit, I´m gon´ point him to the floor Naw, I ain´t pointin´ at you, bro The bitches ´round you kinda cute, I´m only pointin´ at the hoes I can´t take her on a trip, she get annoyin´ on the road That ´ll destroy a junkie´s nose If your stash matched your height, you would be on Muggsy Bogues
Shit, my pockets paralyzed, but yeah Shit, my pockets paralyzed, I walk around with bloody toes Told you that the Quagen break was why I had a runny nose An elbow of Joke´s Up, you´d think I´m smokin´ funny bone Got Haribo flavors with these hoes, I give ´em gummy though Chopper knocked the hair up off him, Kobe eight to twenty-four Like, ain´t it twenty-eight to one? Or like, fifty to six? Catch him out of town, you´d probably still see Jimmy with blick The way the junkies returnin´, you´d think the rizzie the mix Skied up in Philli´, motherfucker thought I was Kwame
Motherfucker thought that I was Kwame doin´ all this juggin´ Doin´ all this goddamn scammin´, all this damn hammin´ Asked if it´s designer, don´t you feel the goddamn fabric? Bro a demon, shit, he swears to Satan Why you sellin´ pints of green? They only cost a pair of Asics If you had the sauce I got, you´d probably have to wear an apron In interrogation with an agent look like Sarah Palin Got a thing for them light-skinned, curly hair, with braces I can´t help it Huh, team player, I ain´t selfish These nuts, booga-wooga-wooga