Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, wow
Yeah, yeah, you know what I´m sayin´
It´s Lil Boat and J.I.D as far as your eye can see (Yeah)

You know what I´m sayin´, it´s water on me
And you feel me, you get that? You got that?
Is that understood?
Good, good, you got that?
I´ma ask you one more time, you got that? (Uh)
You got that? Good (Look)

I´m sick of these niggas, I´m sick of hoes
Got a bone to pick with you, I´m pickin´ a bone
The hardest thing for me is stayin´ composed
´Cause killin´ shit is really all that I know
Funeral goes, casket closed
The choir sings, the pastor goes
Women cryin´ in the rafters
Turn your baby to a bastard
Free my nigga ´til it´s backwards
Shit, come here, ´lil bitch

Let me show you a magic trick

I got the gun in my lap near the abdomen
I took a break, but they want me to rap again
Bro just got out and he already trap again, back at his craft again
New Chanel, tote that shit, sit like a daffodil
Bankroll thick, the same size as a movie reel
Tell me who keep it real, niggas be flauntin´
Fantasizin´ my bitch, she look like Taraji
Take me out my body inside the safari
Couldn´t dent the Ferrari, shit feel like a coffin
I use the codeine without coughin´, I sleep without tossin´
She call me daddy ´cause I´m bossin´
I had a show in two cities, call me Dallas, Austin

When I talk, I´m flossin´
The gang bang red B´s like Boston, hmm, huh
Everybody think a nigga lost it
Pop out the cuts, nigga, burn you like pollen
Dick up in the gut, make her feel it, Phil Collins
I don´t read columns, niggas be hatin´

Pull out the pistol, they whippin´ them naked
They chillin´ outside of your whip and they waitin´
They´ll wait on a witness with nothin´ to say
I´m from Atlanta, the diamonds are Africa
I don´t know algebra
I been the mouth of the South, not a traveler
Give her the dick with a curve, a parabola
I´m a spatula, I flip it, amateur, a Pamela, Angela

Palm Angels with a choker or strangler
Banger hangin´ in my dang-a-lang
Lingering, peepin´ out the scheme of things
If you got a problem, then I´m ready
I´m a lil´ nigga, you ain´t scared of me
Trill said he´d kill a nigga dead for me
But when he get out, I´ll be seventy-three
Tell me, "Go to Hell," I´ll be waitin´ to see you there

Lookin´ for me, and I know I be in there
Plottin´ on it, tryna be a billionaire
Snuck it in, that´s how we got the P in here
Uh, come on
I´m gettin´ top with the coat on
Doin´ so many donuts, the smoke fog up the ozone
Lookin´ like Frozone

Told her to keep to all her clothes on
I just want mouth, she just want Venmo
She let me score in the endzone
I put that ho in the friendzone
We put that ho in the friendzone
But she came over rockin´ Kenzo
Bitch, I don´t fuck with no Kenzo
Double, see me in the bando
Took her to church like I´m Chano
Don´t change the channel, I go commando
I might just fuck on a fat ho
This shit art, Van Gogh