[Intro]
Rap n***a acting like Galifianakis
Want him to jump out I left that boy tragic
We gon' come back shooting with a savage
I ain't talking, I ain't doing all that yapping
Hop out that truck with that splat
Pull out that fye, get to pushing my mac
Knock that boy to sleep, tell that n***a don't nap
Make sure they dead, make sure they all hats
Certified documents, look at my stats
She suckin' dick, man I love that lil brat
Huh, Balenci with the Chrome Heart bag


[Chorus]
You think I give a fuck bout your bitch ass partna
You think I give a fuck bout that [?] your honor
I turn bout [?] to pull out that Charger
I got that boy knocked, but I don't think bout my karma
That fully loaded stick [?]
They throwed me in the trash, man they treat me like garbage
Vamp with the fangs this a vampire party
Tell them boys the truth, better tell them how it started
I'm in the tint with the sticks, it's dark
The Lambo, the Urus can't find where to park
[?] my art
[?] the killers, been that from the start
[?] bark
Smokin on cookies, got straight out the jar