Yuh, aye
Swear to god all I do is drop fucking classics (aye)

Uh, one, two, talking (woah)
Baby why you walking (okay)
I went through your phone baby
Who the fuck you talking (yeah, yeah)
To, two, three
Imma pull up with this choppa make em' bark like a tree and I n***a
(mumbles)
One, two, talking (yeah)
Baby where you walking
Pull up with choppa, make that n***a get to barking
Got a plug, Plug spark em'
If he get to talking (aye)
Baby imma walk down on him like Christopher Walken
Bitch I am a martian (yeah)
Said I am a martian (aye, aye)
Yeah my skins green but I took that bitch up off him
Yeah we put him in a coffin
Put him in a coffin (yes sir)
Like some fucking wood if he-
(mumbles)

Aye, okay
Tick tock, like a metronome (woah)
Run up, straight through your home (woah)
Baby, up on my phone (woah)
She like, "bro where'd you go" (yeah)
I'm like, "girl I don't know" (I don't know)
"Why you, up on my D-I-C-to-K-o-okay"
Bitch I can't spell, I'm fresh out of jail
If he moving like a snail, then he get hit with these shells, hold on
Imma stomp him like a goomba, clean up like a Roomba (yeah)
They say you are what you eat
My gun's a pussy, it consumed her (yeah, yeah)
Shit is looking up
It's no longer rough
Shit is still tough, but yeah shit is looking up (hmm)
N***as throwing jokes like they doing stand-up
But imma get my money, then I get my fans up
Hold on, get my bands up
Get my fucking paper
Baby imma see you, you a motherfucking hater (yeah, yeah)
Choppa on me green like a fucking alligator
It reminds me of the money so I told em' see you later (woah, woah)
Imma get this fucking Guapo (Guapo)
Baby it's a lot though (lot though)
Know you ain't seen 20k in your life hoe (in your life)
That bitch paid for lipo
That bitch got her life gone (got her life)
You n***as is botting and you paying for some likes bro

That's fucking lame, grow your shit organically n***a
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (aye)
Like what's your name, you can call me Santa lil' n***a
Cause I'm a gift to you (yeah)