Yeah
What the fuck, nigga? Run that back
Don´t play with me
Yeah, huh

What the fuck, nigga?
BiC Fizzle (Drvmlord)
Ayy, yeah

Down to Earth, brother put in work, so don´t cross that line
Put a fully on my AR and it´s with me every time
I fuck your shooter, I got shooters too
Not including myself
Grab that bitch from off the shelf before I do anything else
This ho hit my line, I push "Decline"
I know it´s ´bout some bullshit
Bitch, I make this money, you can´t tell me what to do with it
I be on that fooley shit
A veteran, I´m not new to this
Broccoli, cheddar cheese

Clientele, stupid lick
You can´t sell yo´ work, I add my taxes
Come back and double the pit
Stay out my way like Ludacris
Bitch, make some space, don´t fuck with this shit
Burberry with shot, twenty-three my kicks
Dude at work, on some, he acting a bitch
I´m young and turnt, but still´ll hit a lick
Makin´ serves on the first, on the curve with a knick

VVS clarity, how could she curve me?
You know these dog-ass hoes ain´t shit
I catch a rapper and strip him out everything
Don´t come around me flexin´ your kicks
I´m with the robbers, they with the shits
Way he feelin´, send me a blick
Michael Corleone, mafia shit

Headshot Gang, pop me a bitch
Roll up a trollz, zaza, meth
Walk the boy home, full as a TEC
We on the road, too many straps
Follow that black truck, you in the trap
I´m fresh as hell, I ain´t even snap
These all facts, can´t even cap
RP meds, I´m slumped on the lap
My location out, don´t get caught on the Snap