[Intro]
Everybody getting high this my type of-

[Verse]
Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher than Bob Marley
A n***a try to sneak in my crib I got barbwire
Scammed a white actor who played a voice on Bob's Burgers
Bunch a n***as try to come and rob me caught 5 murders
Posting pictures on my juug page and caught 5 sales
I see you in the club with your boys, where the females?
I think this n***a Gucci sweater fake, where the details?
Off-brand designer sweater on, where the G at?
Came to your city now I'm asking where the weed at?
The police took my last one I need to buy a new Mac
Had sex with your bitch she went to the doctor to get a new back
(Like that bitch... fuckin'... broke her shit)
You showing me some methods but I already used those
He showed me some bins but I already had them
Screaming R.I.P his brother but I already killed him
I like when that bitch give me head she got a long tongue
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery
I got a light skin bitch she look like the real [?]
Got drunk yesterday so now my gun missing
How you miss that bullet? Go to the gun range
Blowing on exotic I like to call this propane
Smacked my lil' brother cuz he smoking cocaine
Moncler jacket this bitch white as cocaine
Met this bitch and told her I don't got no name
He don't wanna die he need to stay in his lane
Fucked a n***a bitch and she said he's lame
(That n***a lame as hell)
Play it from the top!
I'm riding in the car playing Roddy Ricch, The Box
Fucked this n***a bitch then I put her in the box
AR-15 it'll leave you in the... (Like I put that bitch in the box)
One more time, they let me out of jail but I did one more crime
If you ain't got the money don't give me the run-a-round
Made him get scared with my strap and made him run around
They say I went mainstream I'm still underground
But that's only because I could rap with other styles
I always had drip I don't never need no stylist
And I never had to stress cuz I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell by my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
Throwing money in the club this shit got my hand tired
I'm writing a new verse this shit got my hand on fire
Got in to it with my mans cuz I found out he's a liar
(Like that n***a's a liar that n***a is cappin')
Since you wanna be famous I'mma put you on a flyer
Cook a n***a ass put him in a deep frier
(Cook that n***a cook the shit out his ass)
Scammer go legit this shit really undecided
I'mma still call my brother if we ever get divided
I'm bout to drop a whole mixtape with Undefined!
And I'mma scam a n***a from the price is right
I could sell you a method if the price is right!
My brother called with a BoA it made my night!
So I'm 'bout to drop the check and stay up all tonight!
(Like I'm 'bout to stay up all night... alright keep that!)
[Outro]
They thought that I was bout to end the song but I came back
Yo bitch said she was bout to leave then she came back!
Then I killed and tied her body up and left it on the train tracks
I'm smoking on some fire ass weed called Trainwreck
Lot of n***as fucking up this shit bring the game back
Snatched his jewelry at the show he was screaming "Bring my chain back!"