(Vince, pull up to the stu´, man)
Feelin´ like Shimmy, I had to take the safe route

Uh, yeah

I´m feelin´ like Shimmy, I had to take the safe route
Trappin´ and rappin´ like Young Dolph, PRE, I´m on that paper route
I´m tryna leave the trap and rap like this my only way out
Uh, I used to hide my P´s at twin spot, nigga know that´s the safehouse
Frrt, frrt, fuck nigga piss me off, bet I bring that Drac´ out
Behind the wheel, thought I got hit with seven, man, shootin´ the Blackout
I seen my first plug, he was shocked like, "Guap, can´t believe you rap now"
I get on Percocets and stand up until that bitch tap out
I´m in Belize smokin´ trees with my Uncle Paisa
Bitch on her knees, make me cream, then I know I like her

Bitch, I boot up, jump off the top ropes like I´m Roddy Piper
Lil´ pastor Guap, preach when I speak, I could recite the Bible, uh
This lil´ bitch too freak fo  me, tryna fuck me on her cycle (Ew)
R.I.P., when I got to Belize, I lost my cousin Trill
Feel like Destroy Lonely twin ´cause I feel like these looks can kill
I´m in Belize for two weeks, but I´m withdrawin´, forgot my pills
Fuck, I forgot my drank, forgot to bring my seal
Fuck, damn, got a young nigga out here eating iguanas and eels
Damn, all my niggas know I´m gon´ roll ´til I lose my wheels, huh, damn

I was dreamin´ ´bout this, now a young nigga a star for real, damn (Nigga, uh)
I could buy a big house with a gate ´cause I´m gettin´ them bills, damn (Oh, yeah)
This bitch must stay in Cali, I got a bitch head over heels, yeah (Oh, fuck)
Had a meeting with Nike today, I might sign me a deal, huh (Might sign me a deal)
Started rappin´ and shit, tryna find my way out (Yeah)
Say he gettin´ bands, but that nigga cappin´ and shit, he ain´t never pull no pape´ out
Ain´t with the games when it come to that money and shit, that ain´t nothin´ to play ´bout (We ain´t playin´)
Lil´ Grimy, that´s my twin, we been locked in since the playground (Oh, yeah)

Took your bitch and beat her down, she say she wanna stay now (Ugh)
Ugh, ugh, I told the bitch to leave, had to bring that rake out (Bring that rake out)
On the mic, I keep it real, boy, it ain´t nothin´ to fake ´bout (Fake ´bout)
Stuffin´ hundreds in my pocket, that bitch outta shape now (Outta shape now)
Man, them niggas ain´t think I could do it, boy, I swear you should see their face now (Yeah)
I´m in LA rollin´ loud, I´m finna do Rolling Loud (Rolling Loud)
And my mama say hold it down, so I gotta hold it down (Down)
With your bitch, I´m beatin´ her down, she tryna go round for round (Round for round)
Ran it up, I got them G´s, boy, don´t play with me, yeah (Play with me)

How that nigga just eighteen, twenty on his teeth? (On his teeth)
Bronem keep it in his jeans just for safety, uh (Safety)
I don´t even say, "Glee," bitch, I say, "Skii," yeah (Skii)