[Verse 1]
Watch me turn a zip into an eighth in 30 minutes
I ain’t passin' shit, bitch, mind your own business
I can barely breathe, I had to give my lungs some fitness
Bitch I feel like Neph and Pap the way I’m always in the kitchen mane

Livin' in the trap ain’t never bother me much
'Cause I can walk across the hall and leave that bitch high as fuck
Mane back in the day I was pressed about a couple bucks
But nowadays I got these rappers pressed but I don't give a fuck

Yeah, lemme talk my shit
I had to cut you off 'cause you a bum ass bitch
See you at the show and we could run that quick
Hold up, I'ma grab that switch

[Verse 2]
Let these bitches know, 99 a fuckin' dog, mane
See the gun swingin' like my motherfuckin' balls, mane
Double 9's like Yin and Yang, it make these bitches crawl
Sklat set it up, spike the bitch like volleyball

Smoke so much weed, the crib look like a forest fire
4:AM, I dive the tower, 99 ain't never tired
See them birds in the sky, bet a rack that Zeddy higher
Sabotage the world, dump the gas and grab a lighter
[Verse 3]
Call the time out, I'ma need about a minute man
I ain’t talkin bout my wrist when I say I make silly bands
Had to smoke an eighth cause I done drank 600 milligrams
This blunt gon knock you out, have you posing like the Thriller dance

I’m really him, got some ash up on my Timbs
Derek Jeter with the pressure, how I'm always sliding in
Imma roll the window up 'cause they can’t see me through the tint
Block them fuckers out my vision with the viper lens

[Outro]
(Call the time out, I'ma need about a minute man)
(I ain’t talkin bout my wrist when I say I make silly bands)
(Had to smoke an eighth cause I done drank 600 milligrams)
(This blunt gon knock you out, have you posing like the Thriller dance)
(I'm really him-)