[Intro]
Oh, alright
My boy Kwon Baker finna hop in the booth
Listen

[Verse 1]
Ok
I'm done playing with these n***as, ok (ok)
Backwood Benny, he don't smoke no swishers, ok (ok)
I'm Paul Betton with such a vision (yeah), ok
Sabbatoge that makes Kazuri vicious, ok

I don't wanna stroke your misses
Get big me and my misfits is on a different mission, not to
Fuck on these bitches, not to
Drive these horses
We believe that the team ain't jumping out the gym for Jordan endorsements (look)

To me that shit ain't important
And what you think
The cream is going to cover my family as a mink
I think about that shit like all the time
I can no longer play my mind
Like I'm able to press rewind nope (can't do that)

I watch a king like me move forward
Complacency? Nah, my n***a it's it's boring
I ain't fucked your bitch my n***a I heard stories
Yes she knows I'm clutch up in the guts
Grab a whore and Joseph

It's just so broken how easy they open
But I stay focused
Four whores
I hear you n***as lying
You should roar more or less
More or less
You never will stress me
You n***as bucking but Baker stay test free
This the summer so I know your crush wants to sext me
And please don't text me
But of course she does it anyway and tries to press me
Though she's already had her blessing

[Outro]
Whoa whoa whoa, bro bro bro
You gotta chill out bro
You too far into the bag
You too - boy
Get you a bag