These kids no they do not want smoke
We pull wit the choppas
N I pull up in a ghost
We Pull up at yo house
Yea I pull up at yo door
Pull up wit uzis
Yea there’s bodies on tha floor
Pull up wit gas
Pull up wit dope
I am so blessed
Man I feel like da pope
I’m getting all this cash
Getting this dough
Jus ran up a check
And I split it wit the bros
Run up on my bro
You get shot wit da lead
Aim at yo crib
Then I Aim at yo head
I feel like I’m wheat
Cuz all I make is bread
This is a freestyle
It come from da dome
I ain’t got no ghost writer
I write it on my own
I feel like a rockstar
I feel like post Malone
Everyday I got these girls hitting up my phone
All these kids tryna be me
Tryna be some clones
Tryna say I got sum help
I got it on my own
I dare y’all to diss me you can’t even do it
I’m finna start a fire cuz my music too lit
Yo squad is sweet
Y’all soft like a tulip
My life is crazy I live on the edge
I’m finna cop 11’s
I cop sum salts instead
These girls go crazy
Tryna get up in my bed
Ion say my age
Cuz you might work for tha feds