[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Just made a hundred grand, I'm the man (Fony Wallace, biatch)
You run up on me, then my choppa go, "Blam" (Oh my God, stop the-, blam)
Poppin' a Perk, I cannot pop a Xan
Your music ass, you ain't got no fans
Give a fuck who you are, no, I don't give a damn
I can't do shit for free, gotta run you my bands
Back in the day, I was servin' them grams
Said, "There's no goin' back once the money change hands" (Yeah)
Smokin' fruity weed, Toucan Sam
These n***as is faggots like Toucan Sam
I just follow my nose like Toucan Sam
I'm a serial killer like Toucan Sam
CHRIST don't care, scale-like, yeah
SO EVIL BOYZ and The Spider Gang year
I'm so high that I can't hear (Woah)
Sippin' on lean, can't drink no beer

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Jumpin' out the 'Vert, it's some bitches ovеr there (Let's go)
Big booty bitchеs love a good lookin' player (Let's go)
Got the bricks in the basement, got the pills in the cabinet (Let's go)
Got the pounds in the closet, keep the money in the attic (Let's go)
I just made a hundred grand, I'm the man
You run up on me, then my choppa go, "Blam" (Woah)
Sippin' on lean, I cannot pop a Xan
I might fuck on your bitch, but I won't hold her hand
Give a fuck who you are, no, I don't give a damn
I can't do shit for free, gotta run you my bands
If he run up on me, then my choppa go, "Blam"
And there's no goin' back once the money change hands (Let's go)
[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
I just did a shitty feature, now I'm mad as fuck
I just took a Xan, but I still feel mad as fuck
I just popped a X, now I'm rollin' hard as fuck
Your bitch came through tryna suck up on my nuts
In the SO EVIL Mansion, we gon' party with some sluts
In the SO EVIL Mansion, we've been gettin' to a bag
Me and Xhris comin' up, you know that's a fact
Me and Keno comin' up, you know that's a fact
Shout out to Xavier, bitch, shout out Seepy
I be off these drugs, I be seein' shit in 3D
I be off these drugs, I cannot feel my body
I be geeked as shit, I be geeked up out my body
I be poppin' X like this shit was just my hobby
I be makin' hits like this shit is just a hobby

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Just made a hundred grand, I'm the man (Fony Wallace, biatch)
You run up on me, then my choppa go, "Blam" (Oh my God, stop the-, blam)
Poppin' a Perk, I cannot pop a Xan
Your music ass, you ain't got no fans
Give a fuck who you are, no, I don't give a damn
I can't do shit for free, gotta run you my bands
Back in the day, I was servin' them grams
Said, "There's no goin' back once the money change hands" (Yeah)
Smokin' fruity weed, Toucan Sam
These n***as is faggots like Toucan Sam
I just follow my nose like Toucan Sam
I'm a serial killer like Toucan Sam (Let's go)
CHRIST don't care, scale-like, yeah
SO EVIL BOYZ and The Spider Gang year
I'm so high that I can't hear (Woah)
Sippin' on lean, can't drink no beer