[Intro]
Boy, fuck you, n***a
Taah

[Chorus: Smokingskul]
Damn, asking for shit, we gon' cut off your hand
I smoke blacks like the Klan
I got a Glock, you got a pan
Sippin' on dirty, bitch, I'm sippin' on Dan
He saw the .30 and that fuck n***a ran
You is not that guy, you is not that man
I [?]
These n***as don't show up like Carti for Onyx
I was reading these n***as cards before Phonics
I do not knuckle up with my opps, I assault them
Damn, all I wear is (N)ine, bitch, I'm in third grade
What? Drum on the stick, red and green beam like this shit a Christmas parade

[Verse: Smokingskul]
What? Lil' n***a got jugged, hooray
Turn you to a meme like you v.rxyyy
We gon' leave that boy head on the freeway
N***as only be foolish, the E-way
What? You don't have my support, I'm not D-Wade
What? And these n***as don't have my support
Fuck the judge, fuck thе court
How you street and report?
Gucci shades, I'm a rich dork (Boy, fuck you, n***a)
[Chorus: Smokingskul]
Damn, asking for shit, we gon' cut off your hand
I smokе blacks like the Klan
I got a Glock, you got a pan
Sippin' on dirty, bitch, I'm sippin' on Dan
He saw the .30 and that fuck n***a ran
You is not that guy, you is not that man
I [?]
These n***as don't show up like Carti for Onyx
I was reading these n***as cards before Phonics
I do not knuckle up with my opps, I assault them
Damn, all I wear is (N)ine, bitch, I'm in third grade
What? Drum on the stick, red and green beam like this shit a Christmas parade

[Verse: Rx Papi]
Hundred round drum, I could shoot for days
The Glock give a bitch a Boosie fade
These Cartier's, not Gucci frames
So Icey like Gucci Mane
Get too close, they shoot your brain
One flick of the switch, you'll lose your brain
Big body car, swerve through the lane
Before a rap deal, the jewelry came
I'm not talkin' 'bout this chain on my neck
In the courtroom, that's where the jewelry came
These n***as like to play dirty games
Get locked up and say thirty names
I'm high, I'm swerving in and out of lanes
In this game, n***a, you gotta know your lane
I gotta pop pain pills to stay sane
I don't fuck with these n***as, they ain't like me
My car is gas but I smoke hybrid
Wrists in the bowl, Pap' wildin'
AP off a brick of fetti
Walk in this bitch like Tino Andretti
Auntie get high, think she sexy
Think she my bitch the way she text me (Fuck you, n***a)
[Chorus: Smokingskul]
Damn, asking for shit, we gon' cut off your hand
I smoke blacks like the Klan
I got a Glock, you got a pan
Sippin' on dirty, bitch, I'm sippin' on Dan
He saw the .30 and that fuck n***a ran
You is not that guy, you is not that man
I [?]
These n***as don't show up like Carti for Onyx
I was reading these n***as cards before Phonics
I do not knuckle up with my opps, I assault them
Damn, all I wear is (N)ine, bitch, I'm in third grade
What? Drum on the stick, red and green beam like this shit a Christmas parade