(Ooh, shit, that´s a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)

Left my bitch so quick I heard the streets call
Ain´t no rules in the game, this shit streetball
Said she blew my phone up, but I can´t recall
Literally
Shit, I knew I´d be a pro since little league
Two sisters and they friend, they tryna triple team
Never took a sip of green, never worked a triple beam
Chopper with the titties, think them bitches triple D
You would think this NyQuil, I´m in here catchin´ triple Z´s
Brodie back to back to back on hats, shit, that´s a triple B
Ten minutes to do a song, two hours just to pick a beat
If my double cup was big enough, be swimming in my drink

Bitch, it´s 2023, you need to quit it with the Pink
How I cut the traction off, you´d think we spinnin´ on a rink
If I ever fall off, I´ma throw the tracker on the Brinks
Your bitch call me Stink
Well, she used to
Got the neck and blocked her number, I got shit to do, boo
Dude fruity than a bitch, should rock a tutu
He only up Ben Franks every blue moon
He don´t wanna tap a hat, he only shoot shoes
R.I.P. my baby lil´ Mari, gone too soon
You would think I´m sippin´ prune juice
Purple in my cup, plus I´m shittin´ on these goof troops
Oversized trench coat, so the Goose loose

I be too high, play the geek kit off some Moon Boots
It ain´t even noon, I´m already in route to scoop loop
Catch out fifty deep, might fuck around, drop two nukes
Zoom, zoom, vroom, vroom after the boom, boom
Them boys down 0-8, bring me two brooms
Matter fact, bring me two shrooms
Dog Shit Militia, coupe ain´t got no leash, the roof loose
Do I got it on me? Is the truth true?
If I see them fuckers get behind me, I´m gon  ooh, ooh
I´m gon  eh, eh
When we hoppin´ out that minivan, you gon´ hear, "Fah, fah"
The spot slammin´ 25/8, the door like  (Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia)

This the March Madness and I just entered the final four
They´ll say they have your back, then stab you in your spinal cord
So get away from me, I don´t need the love
I don´t need a hug, only thing I need´s the drugs