Hello hello time to bring em to the retro
Tel these mother fuckers if they want some let’s go
Really I don’t talk unless we talking bout the pesos
Everytime I speak all I hear is my own echo
So wake up wake up bitch it’s time to get this paper
Smoke so much my eyes roll back just like the undertaker
Shades on my face feeling like the terminator
Kicked hеr out the door see ya later alligator
So hold up hold up what you mean you can’t feel thе vibe
Never live before you die boy that’s ill advised
Ima tell em one time from my twistsed mind
Harakiri’s 1 mil and I’m still alive
So pass that shit just like Peyton Manning
They talk that shit I hit em with the cannon
I’m so lit I’m waking up tommorow
I smoking on that ninja turtle call it Leonardo you can watch the new flex I pull up in a caddy
If they wanna hop in I make em shake that laffy taffy
Don’t give these girls no stress I make these girls happy
Ima boss ima MAK ima fucking pimp daddy
I be the mental chronic demonic Illuminatic and psychotic narcotics the product of all logic, watch it

I’m Nash with it, I pump fake and then pass with it

So spaz with it cause what I’m spittin is acidic
So turn up the bass and balance the treble
And try to manage all that without meeting the devil
Got a million on your watch, and probably more on your bezel
And you stupid little haters is still reaching for my level