(Verse)

Yeah

Son of sorrow I'm rolling deep in a Cadillac
My baggage packing some Gucci greener than cabbage patch
That plastic bag of shh got her speaking my language back
Versace tapestry got a case of the battle raps

Gun the Porsche she dressing out of my dresser drawer
Even though she slept the floor she wetter then a reservoir
Close the bedroom door, I'm in her mouth like dental floss
Silverware around my neck but I ain't talking metal forks

I melt every mic that I breathe on
Lyrics hot as Dijon
When I'm on the Green like Draymond

Diamonds on my Minecraft
Fuck her, blow her spine back
And when I spit a line I get more women then a wine rack

Son of murder I'm spitting heat like Vesuvius
We over dinner she on her cell like the nucleus
She cranky aggy then I'll be texting my future bitch
Motherfuckers ain't crossing me like a crucifix

Take her home she be getting bare like it's hibernation
You pull up on me I'll make you pay like it's high inflation
Sike, I be playing
I mean I'm high as spaceships
And if we talking bout the fans I mean your side is vacant

And I don't mean to end abruptly
But I got some Latina girl backstage that wanna fuck me

Yo
You just a knockoff like Roblox
My wrist watch a whole clock

Every time I pull up with the suicides no overdose
Crock-pot in the kitchen with the sauce until it overflows
If you wanna talk like I don't answer that's my secretary
Most these motherfuckers is dead to me like a cemetery

(gun cocks back)