[Verse 1]
Rolling right back in the Chevy Blazer
Feeling like I’m So, gazer gazer
Riding real smooth do it all no chaser
Sharp like razor, home invasion
Got that lightning rod
I’m gonna flip him with your broad
And I’m tryna find this bitch
And then he’ll fucking meet God
I’m burning the mic and I’m smoking that spliff
I’m burning the bag and I’m pleading the fifth
I got no lil party I got no confetti
And if you gon pull out then give me the dick
I ain’t talking gay, bitch I’m talking bout choppas
If you talking back then I’ll bust out the drama
Pull up the screenshots
That’s not no real Prada
Pull out the real shots
You think he gon pop em
Bitch I’m feeling like Smoke cause I Pop em
Rolling this shit up I feel like I’m Goblin
Feeling like bitches I’m with they be knocking
That brand new mic is so trash
Wait you bought it
You get no profit you are cut off
I’m doing this shit yeah with no Molotov
I’m burning his housе down and I’m gonna walk
I’m rolling a blunt and I ain’t gonna stop, bitch
[Verse 2]
Reeves, what the fuck you doing?
Going out to Gucci, get a shirt
And buy a nеw one
Wait, what the fuck you thinking?
I’m doing all this shit lil bitch
I’m manufactured raging
Yeah, and I’m with the damn Creed
Doing all these drugs till I fall asleep
Semi automatic with the motherfuckin strap
Yeah I’m looking at his home up on his motherfuckin snap
Chat with a bitch that I had in the past
Rolling in the Benz, in the Altima the rap
Feeling like I’m Steve-O bitch I am a jackass
And I’m moving right along don’t throw me in the back
Yeah, ayy
And you tryna fuck a chick
Good luck man tryna find that shit
Maybe if you wanted to I’d give you 10 percent
But I don’t think we’re like that no
I don’t give a shit