[Hook]
Shit I just started this rap shit
I’m feeling done with this rap shit
Ya n***as suck at this rap shit
I give a fuck bout this rap shit
Fuck it I’ll rap and go batshit
Ya couldn’t catch it or match it
Pick & roll to the basket
Take your soul, closed casket
Side bitch super ratchet
Other side bitch too attached, shit
Throw thunder when I’m mad pissed
Put you under like a baptist
Congrats, you making the shit list
Straight cash when the wrist flick
My ex text, said she miss this
I’m less stressed, I don’t miss shit

[Verse]
Put you under, get baptized
Perform wonders in my past lives
Hot as Summer to these rap guys
So called gunners telling mad lies
Fuckers never even shot dice
Who gassed you? You are not nice
Who asked you? You a flop twice, over
Got your girl in the casanova Cobra Clutch
Made her roll a dutch
I don’t even need to speak, she just know wassup
You ain’t even know she a freak, you a sorry fuck
In the wild with the wildlife, life a safari truck
With the wolves & the panthers
Fuck rules, need answers, fools eat cancer
Shoot juice on the boobs of a dancer
After she loose on the booze or the stanzas
In the booth make anthems
Tell the truth but I know you can’t handle it
Yeah i’m drunk off power, can’t channel it
Out in Buffalo speaking Mandarin
Make you tuck your gold, so scandalous
And all you suckers know you can’t fathom this
Can’t fathom this nah
Sick of lying with these lying hoes
Ya could hide but the lion knows
My soul ancient like the Mayans though
I’m so patient don’t try him though
Heaven is home just minus woes
They still bugging how I’m rhyming flows
From the Lower with the fire snow
Crush the weed & let Simon roll
Who the best? Bet your bitch'll know
She wish she could take my dick to go
She too focused on the physical
She a dub, she a dub yeah
She a dub, she a dub yeah
But she in love, she in love yeah
Hear the cries from a dove now
Hear the cries from a dove now

[Hook]
Shit I just started this rap shit
I’m feeling done with this rap shit
Ya n***as suck at this rap shit
I give a fuck bout this rap shit
Fuck it I’ll rap and go batshit
Ya couldn’t catch it or match it
Pick & roll to the basket
Take your soul, closed casket
Side bitch super ratchet
Other side bitch too attached, shit
Throw thunder when I’m mad pissed
Put you under like a baptist
Congrats, you making the shit list
Straight cash when the wrist flick
My ex text, said she miss this
I’m less stressed, I don’t miss shit