Cracker got an AR like he shootin´ schools up Yellow wide-body Hellcat look like a school bus Dove up in that water, huh, I ain´t had no scuba Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba You just a hatin´ bitch, I don´t give two fucks You just like to talk a lot, you ain´t finna do nothin´ They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for ´em I got P´s and zippers for ´em What they need? I get it for ´em Dope loud, it´s annoyin´, bitch, you can´t ignore it On that porch right ´til early mornin´, tryna get it off We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion
Bitch, I´m poppin´ like some bubbles blowin´ Uh, yeah, huh, huh Cuh said he ready, I´m already goin´ Huh, Glock got a red dick like a dog do (Yeah) Huh, she don´t play with 19, she might just dog you (She might just dog you) Huh, Lamb´ white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (They look like fondue) Your bitch say she like me, I´m high as a kite be Need some bad lil´ red shit, somethin´ like a Hi-C (Somethin´ like a Hi-C) Bitch, I´m right with 23, feelin´ somethin´ like Mike be (Somethin´ like Mike be) Chopper talk that Bow Wow, feelin´ somethin´ like Mike be (Somethin´ like Mike be) F mm, yeah, uh, uh, somethin´ (Somethin´ like Mike be) Somethin´ like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light C (Uh-huh)
I´m already white, ho, I don´t need no white bitch (Uh-huh) I´m already white, bitch, I don´t need no white ho We got brown, tan, purp´, green, teal, and white dope We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a could´ve, should´ve
Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a could´ve, should´ve You feel me? Druski? Could´ve? Yeah You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, huh, huh
Get me in that room, I´m playin´ stupid like I´m Woody
Huh, Draco, it´s a fully, we draw down like we some bullies I´ve been in that field too many years, I ain´t no rookie I´ve been in that field, I´m the boss man (Yeah) Huh, shoot you in your jaw, fuck up your teeth, now you can´t talk again (Huh) 5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can´t walk again All they finna say, hmm, "Shouldn´t have spoke on him" Huh, speak on 2 or 3 ´nem, hop out deeper than the deep end I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin´ I pulled up with this .223 and hit your (Yeah, uh)
Huh, huh, yeah, huh One take, bitch That´s on the whole L Free 3, free Steve, on God, bitch Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Fft, yeah
Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I´ma crush it I bent more streets than Sesame, ask Elmo how I treat my muppy Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill me somethin´ How the fuck the judge gon´ hit lil´ Soda with an elbow and it wasn´t funny? Trappin´ turned to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money
Blacker than a bitch, I´m quick to tackle me a bunny Lil´ Spanish, so a cracker mixed with yellow, honey mustards I remember when a bitch said I´m a colorist, how the fuck, bitch? I don´t love my mother? I admit, I said a lot of dumbass shit when I was a youngin I ain´t used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her What you think, we changing 19 to 1800? And then you grow some dreads and dye ´em red, you look like Chucky Nigga, fuck that, all that partner shit don´t do nothing Fuck that love crap, my own partner owe me money Where the drugs at? I´m tryna tweak, I don´t need your company
I´m a rugrat, I keep a Tommy on me, buddy Turn a nigga mummy, every year, my birthday´s rainy now Ayy, it´s Z god, Zeus, thunder, lightning, water ´Za, OVO function I´m serious like XM, but I don´t play the radio