[Intro]
Special delivery today
Ayy, this beat is pissing me off
Oh my god
I'm the original starwalker
Tracey you did it with this one!

[Chorus]
Yo, yo, smokin' mid pack in tripp pants
You off-key so high-key brodie you can't hit that
All this motherfucking money got me nauseous
I got big pockets so now I'm moving cautious

[Verse 1]
Yuh, I got big racks and a flat chest
You ain't ice cube, but brodie, you ain't there yet
Gilmore with the shots, still Sandler with the click
Shoutout Louis and sor uh 'cause man we really with the shit, ayy
I'm just playing, smoking mids ain't the everyday
Pony in the back, rollin' pack up in a noise complaint
We at the stash spot, I'm a bad bitch got a stache still
They ain't see that shit I'm movin', but boy I don't stand still

[Chorus]
Yo, smokin' mid pack in tripp pants
You off-key so high-kеy brodie you can't hit that
You think you can start a mosh pit?
Boy you motherfuckin' dog shit
[Verse 2]
What you said now? Like goddamn (goddamn)
I'm with your momma in your bеd like god's plan (god's plan)
Brodie mad? Well about that bro
How he sound like Duke Nukem but never pull up with no strap ho?
Yeah, It's the motherfucking i-l-y
I don't know why you pussies act like I am not that guy
My life is Spy Kids 3, you know what I mean?
Phlog main, so my heater leave you dead on the scene

[Chorus]
Yo, yo, smokin' mid pack in tripp pants
You off-key so high-key brodie you can't hit that
All this motherfucking money got me nauseous
I got big pockets so now I'm moving cautious
Huh yo, smokin' mid pack in tripp pants
You off-key so high-key brodie you can't hit that
All this motherfucking money got me nauseous
I got big pockets so now I'm moving cautious

[Outro]
Ooh, yo
This is the fuckin' hardest shit I've ever recorded holy fuck