[Intro]
This fat bitch knew about all these snacks 'fore they even hit the streets
All the bootleg snacks
The year 2000 snacks
Yeah, go and was tellin' me the other day
Cupcake, got a new Twinkie comin' out next month
It's a bad motherfucker
When you bite into it, cream fillin' shooting' all into your mouth, glitter
That bitch, lemme just go to work
Yo, it's like

[Verse 1]
AP, just let it burn, he like Usher
Know she still want dick, I won’t rush her
Whether oil well or the sweet, the flow gusher
AP, milkin' the cat, I want Crusher
Yeah, AP buss, dope moves, he type local
Rap everyday in his room, you're not social
Put in hard work for a while, the sound global
The sublime, plus energized, divine totals
Sensei switched up modes to give lessons
Made it this far and never did grip weapons
Made rap money so flee when kick steppin'
Used to get fifty for shows now big checkin'
Back to the lab, grab a vinyl when it's weed time
Labels in my emails 'cause they're business on a decline
Even though we broke up, told my shawty we would be fine
Like, how you rap ignorant and barely seen crimes?
[Chorus]
From the zip that get split, to spliff that get lit
To the show that get hit for dough
Get that cash then I dip, we rehashing that shit
Then I'm taxing the bitch for more
From the zip that get split, to spliff that get lit
To the show that get hit for dough
Get that cash then I dip, we rehashing that shit
Then I'm taxing the bitch for more

[Verse 2]
Overlord, been in his feels he might lose it
Heard a few screws was loose, he lose 'em
Know you got some low down traits, he might use 'em
Future was already written, he ain't choose it
But Apex off psychedelics, he been drawing
Archive pieces for sure, he got more in
Runway shows, observub' the contouring
Been selling merch, but now he dove more in
EM, still on the rise, might start tourin'
We don’t force the vibe, make life boring
Since he single he out been whorin'
In the back room with your yat like, "Bring more in"
Got the styles on lock, flows kinda sheek
Kissin' on my face, her name Jada, that's my kinda freak
Comin' up one thousand, that's my kinda week
Big body woofers in the back, that's my kinda Jeep
[Chorus]
From the zip that get split, to spliff that get lit
To the show that get hit for dough
Get that cash then I dip, we rehashing that shit
Then I'm taxing the bitch for more
From the zip that get split, to spliff that get lit
To the show that get hit for dough
Get that cash then I dip, we rehashing that shit
Then I'm taxing the bitch for more

[Break]
Shut up
Now who sent you n***a? (Nobody sent me)
Say another fuckin' word and this shit is over
And I ain't playin' n***a
Where the weed at? (I ain't got no weed)
Shut the fuck, shut up, did I say? No
I, oh, shit, say it again, say somethin' else, oh
Say somethin' else

[Chorus]
From the zip that get split, to spliff that get lit
To the show that get hit for dough
Get that cash then I dip, we rehashing that shit
Then I'm taxing the bitch for more
From the zip that get split, to spliff that get lit
To the show that get hit for dough
Get that cash then I dip, we rehashing that shit
Then I'm taxing the bitch for more