(Ooh, shit, that´s a Danny G beat) (Don´t you know you won the lotto?) (Damn, JakeSand)
Man, this bitch a head bop, boy, your bitch a head bop
Better drop and play dead, accurate with red dot I´ll turn a lemonade, Minute Maid to red pop I´m in Gucci out in Boston, five hundred for red socks Tour time, eleven days, I´m on my tenth stop Shooter catch two hats a year, he workin´ on his tenth top What´s a rest stop? On the road, pedal pushin´ in some deadstocks How the kitchen full of ice but the ´Rex hot? Hangin´ with a mouse, fuck is you, a desktop? You know if you miss, it ain´t over, it´s a next shot But it ain´t no tellin´ when Caught an opp out, I gotta go and visit Hell again Cutty sit in one spot, all he know is sellin´ sin Lil´ brodie got a foreign striker, he gon´ bend the Benz
Keep it a hunnid, you can´t spend a ten Flyin´ down 8 Mile, thinkin´ ´bout them M´s on M´s They call me the new Eminem Playin´ with the bag still, you gon´ catch a win Life a movie, I can predict the future except the end Everything bust on the black six except the lens Everybody want the mirror tints now Ever since I threw ´em on, my vision clear as shit now Get the fuck out unless you wanna hear the blick pop I know you hear me talkin´, I ain´t fearin´ shit, God This is uptown, I ain´t YN Jay, this ain´t CoochieLand I know you see me pull up TRX, not the Doonie van
Daily on the psilocybin, I´m the shroomie man Why you rappin´ ´bout Sak´s Fifth, you shop at Zumiez, man Switched up from the Amiris, rockin´ Gucci pants I can double up a G, I call that Gucci bands Lil´ brodie hot, fightin´ the same shit that Boosie had Lil´ brodie hot, fightin´ the same shit that Melly is We´ll sting him in the deep, the ARP a jellyfish I´ma blame the Casamigos, bitches at the telly lit Better wear you two shiestys, comin´ ´round this fetty brick Ridin´ ´round with heavy shit, you can´t tell ´cause the presi´ tint At Kyoto, played out the Yoshi and the Beni´ shit Lil´ bitch tryna F me off the Fendi drip
Runnin´ off and leave her head red like the Wendy´s bitch Extra grip on my boots, you won´t catch me slip Shit, I´m too balanced Get money, stack money, I got two habits That don´t include my True habits At least a deuce every day, I got a juice habit Couldn´t even lie if I tried, I got a truth habit