(LamarcusJ all on the beats now) (Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexhie) Uh, I´m on that (Why?) Ayy, this some player shit (What?) This that , this that fuck a bitch
Name ain´t Khalil but I´ll Mack a bitch Everything I do, it be extravagant (Extravagant) When that rap slowdown, ain´t trippin´ I just order some more packages (Oh) Back in that trap again (Come on, sick ´em) Make ´em disappear, I´m talking ´bout magically (They gone) And my diamonds fruit loop, different color (Bling, blaow, blaow) Laffy taffy shit Where the shells went? I can not pull over, they might smell it (Might smell it) And I´m ridin´ with my lil´ partner, that nigga hollerin´ (Hey, hey) How the hell he got a bump stock and two switches?
Man, what you gon´ do with it? (The fuck?) Twelve hit the lights (Damn), I hit the gas (Skrrt), then I went missing (Vroom) I´m gon´ keep getting it Y´all on that, they keep printing it (Grrt, boom) Nigga want me to lose so damn bad, but I just keep winnin´ Chasing dreams like I´m Meek Milly (Chase ´em) Please don´t think you a menace (Chase ´em) Hop out, chase Denice (Chase somethin´) Christian Dior stitching ´cause I stay sinning (Stay sinning) Lil´ bruh ´bout dizzy ´cause he stay spinnin´ (Slow down) And I need to chill because I stay spendin´ (Stop spendin´) If I ain´t have bills, I´ll have eight-fifty (The fuck?)
Prolly have one mill´ (Hold on) These hoes, niggas love and I been laid up wit´ ´em (Been) And she ate me up, you went on a date with her (Wit´ her) Just like Webby, I´m her main man (I´m Webby) I can´t wait to cash out on a house, come with a made in it (Racks) Like, fuck a pool, that bitch so big, I need a lake in it (Big) This big ass ´Wood inside the club, like I burned a sage in it (In it) Gallery department fill up my closet, you´ll think I´m photogenic (Photos) Hold on, designer Lenin, no footballs Hop out, diamonds hittin´, no cap I don´t think a pilot inside a plane could get fly as this, no yap (No)
I don´t think a astronaut inside a rocket could get as high as me (He can´t) Ayy, you know where I´m from, gotta keep a K ´cause that´s just how it be (That´s just how it goes) When I´m stage, I closed my eyes ´cause I seen robberies (I seen a lot of them hoes) I ain´t gon´ lie, I´m ´bout that green, more than damn Luigi (Oh, no yap) I ain´t gon´ lie, I get off the floor more than a damn squidgy (Okay) Shit on the floor right now, might pick it up and just go in Neimian´s (Oh, okay) Banana clips, lemon squeezin´ (What else?) Leave Wells, go in Regions (Huh?) Green Bay, I´m thinkin´ cheese (Huh?) G-Locks, AR 15´s (Damn) Arron Rodgers and Pat Mahomes (They geekin´)
Who the fuck say trappin´ wrong? (Who the fuck?) I be strapped at all my shows (I´m strapped) Nigga reach, I´ll snatch yo´ soul (I´ma snatch it) Stay on the scene, it won´t feel wrong (No) Why these demons won´t leave me alone? (They won´t stop) I can´t lie, man, I´m fighting these demons (I´m fighting ´em) And I´ll still go hop in a Demon Still´ll serve me a Jay like Steven (Serve somethin´) And you need to play Yay on your speakers (You need to) ´Cause I ain´t never gon´ mislead you (I promise) Watch your back, ´cause niggas be greedy (Leaches) Steal your plate right after you feed ´em
Hold up, I´m switching´ up the demeanor (Switchin´) Ayy, I´m switchin´ up the procedures (Switchin´) Been told ´em I´m dope, on point like a needle (Point) Big chop, she sing like Annita (Sing) Get that pape´, stuff it in my tooloos (Stuff it) Real in tools and nets (Huh?) Two lines and a X, somethin´ ´bout that check (Blrrrd, beep) I need respect, nigga Oh, he don´t know who I am? He get finessed quicker (Finessed) Nigga be on my page stealin´ drip, I really dress niggas (I dress ´em) Nino, that´s my cousin, he gon´ shoot, so that´s my step brother (Step) We walk through the club and kick shit, better have your best blowin´ (Best)
Racks might leave a money puddle (Puddle) You say "Yay", I run it up (Run it) Pull up wide body growlin´ (Glrrrd, hmm), that shit sound just like a Tonka truck (Hmm) You ain´t gang, then you ain´t come with us Call the plug and tell ´em, "I need some more fucking stuff" (Weed) Took yo´ bitch back to the crib and tell her, "Baby, go get comfortable" (Take her back) Back in high school, I stuffed weed inside my mama furniture (Oh) Kick it off, I run it back, heard you a fumbler (I heard you a fumbler) Put this gun down and punish him (Catch him) Catch him without his blick, I bet that lil´ boy crumble up (Ha) Run you down, boy, yo´ ass better not stumble up Run on, get out, get him