Fuck the Wraith, I´m in a Chevrolet Impala With duct tape around a dirty-ass revolver Real chick, Versace jet for the charter
Make sure the vulture with me every time I departure Yeah, I fucked her good, real good, and I ain´t call her They said I´m being petty, petty I be ready like Freddy if a nigga got a problem, pussy nigga, I´m ready, ready Fifteen for a nine piece I swear it don´t make no motherfucking sense, the bitch a dime piece Quarter mill´ on a time piece Keep it real, then they change, man, you still don´t surprise me And niggas know not to try me I´ve been spendin´, then I bendin´ to my people house in pine tree Buck 50 let me duck it and dungeon A bear´s in the Benz, and I´m seein´ Jumanji
When they coming out with some new women? ´Cause the bad bitches not on that fetty, fetty And if health really wealth, motherfucker, I´m healthy Nigga, Dr. Sebi, Sebi Yeah, little mix bitch with the hazel eyes I´m like, "Can I get your number?" Her friends said, "Can he?" She said, "You Haitian and a Gemini, boy I already know you trouble, but LOL, text me" Came through day block swinging like baseball Should´ve had these things out, gave their hood a paint job Rip a nigga face off, won´t stop, can´t stop By the time they check off, this ho sayin´, "Take off" Burn that shit Madoff, been pressure since I came out
The womb, I´m a motherfuckin´ goon Hey, pop that boy balloon, pew and zoom Fredo in the dune, you beef with me, your doom Flippa finna be zoom, he comin´ home in June Thuggin´ every June, ain´t no lovey-dovey do Keep a Glock, I get through Snatch back and shoot, off-white shoes, the crack khaki too, ooh, mm Pop that boy balloon, pew, zoom She know I was a bug, I was born in June Posted in the club blowing K2 fumes