[Verse]
What's in my blunt? Cookies and cream
When I pull up, know I'm causing a scene
Drown in my drip, they name us a Marine
Gettin' this money part of the routine
I just be balling, put you on the baseline
Bitch, I'm a dog, no canine
Roll up a O to the dome, call it FaceTime
Say that you want it but I'ma go take mine
Foot on the gas, cut the brake line
Ew, ew
Y'all really got me disgusted
Run up a bag, no discussion
Y'all just be talking like puppets
Whatchu gon' do when I up it?
Well, let me just tell you, nothing
(?) on me like a trumpet, aye
Flippin' the chicken, no nuggets
Used to weigh ounces in dugouts
Moving that gas, I ain't ever gon' run out
They pull up to my crib with the tongue out
My neck be shining, it look like the sun out
I just be flexing like I'm Johnny Bravo
Y'all be the same like tomato, tomato
Hot like Apollo, smoking on gelato
I be too cold, Denver, Colorado
You know how I do, when I go hop in the stu'
Cookie be sticky like glue
Got hoes like Q
Whippin' the pot, beef stew
All of my hunnids be blue
Bad bitches on me, they just like tsunami
Hoe gave me brain just like a zombie
I'm 'bout my paper, ain't no origami
Know I'm gon blow up just like Kamakazi
Motherfuckers gon' jack and then go check the stats
Run up a bag, you would think I'm in track
I dropped a rack and I made it right back
No Vans on my feet but I'm smoking that pack
Keep all that drama 'cause we ain't on TV
People gon' cap but still have me on repeat
When I come up, you gon' wish you believed me
Runnin' the show like my name is Houdini, bitch