Call MAC100it, you heard me? (58 present the gang)
Khaza Deluxe on the way, you heard me?
Out my mind right now
I don´t wan´ talk, bitch

Hurt people, hurt people
And I´m destroyed on the inside right now
I´m droppin´ the raw in her jaw
Watchin´ it melt to the oil
Same water from the bowl

Bustin´ a bucket of salt
Pink wrap on the package
Get it in, get it off
Breadwinner, I´m a don
Slum Lord in the slums
Grab the towel, put the towel down
Fingertip the Pyrex, hmm
I´ma lift it with my palm
In the kitchen, I perform
I´m receivin´ in the blogs
Trap girl lookin´ on the stove cookin´
She think it´s cute when I wiggle my arms

General stitched in the dick in my shorts
Takin´ my liquor, I don´t know how to talk (uh-uh)
Nothing like them, I don´t know what you saw
Hmm, I don´t hit it with the fork
Excuse me, I´m lit, I´m collectin´ my thoughts
I´m pressure and please don´t expect me to call
Shawty bend over, she makin´ it arch
I´m deep in her stomach, I´m makin´ it fart
Supplyin´ that lumber, she told me she love me
I go get the money, I don´t get involved
Slutty, she thuggin´ with me and my dawgs
She loyal, so she ´bout to get it, on God
Pop Smoke with it, real dope dealer
Know that if I give a call, then it´s war (it´s war)
Bricks and the heroine, makin´ ´em knaw
Deliverin´ the issue, this could be the fork

I was hoppin´ to book it to China
And told ´em to blend it
Hit with a zipper to talk

Sixty-three grams with two in the quarter, Lord
I don´t hit it with the fork
Ayy, Gates, I love you, homie
You all make nice like Mericano
When I hit your boy with the knife
His heart exposed who we was
And his brain got taken, you know
La Rasa
Let´s get it

Hmm, I´m a big speaker, I´m really retarded
Say I´m a big ego, I´m good with departures
Switch on a bitch, get a binary trigger
But you ain´t know that ´cause you fakin´ and flodgin´

Pay for the order, they crossin´ the border
But shoutout to Florida, we posted in Georgia
Went to Jamaica, we hangin´ with gangstas
But they thought that we went to play in the water (wah gwan?)
Mixtape droppin´, called, "I love my plug"
He love that I´m datin´ his daughter
Columbian bricks in a secret compartment
Cuban cigars and the shit with the tar
Movin´ too fast, how you end up a target
Went slow so, beat the show, so I move like a tortoise
Hellcat, vroom, I put it in throttle
Fresh out the car, like nothin´, I´m dodgin´
Back up and rank, I´m a hell of a artist
In San Diego and I´m in a charger
Whoever wan´ purchase a feature from me
It ain´t free, I´m a street nigga, I gotta charge you

Whoever want beef with the king, then proceed, yeah
Immediately, you gon´ leave in a coffin
Khaza Deluxe on the way
Tell the label they get in the way, I´ma drop it tomorrow (ha)
No longer get in my feelings
I´m like Bryson Tiller, I´m sorry, I am not sorry
Big booty bitch complimented my aura
She good with that ass like Ari

Yeah, you ain´t got extend it
Give me somethin´ else to punch on, yeah
Wah gwan? General