[Intro]
1000 on that benny wrap my head around IT
Good steak plate with the X around it
Exotic weed
That shit look like griffin talons

[Verse]
If you got it then we need it, pulling up in X3s
Bitch, I AM music, go and export me (export me)
Track for the fee
Euro car, colour sunflower seeds
Trap bitch, she know that
Origami, go fold back
I’m too high, what’s wrong with that?
Give me credit, you owe me that
103 on the jack panel
Skywalker, that Mark Hammel
Dragon head on a trophy mantle

[Verse]
Camo blood tundra
Put some thoughts in these dead faces, give them conscience
Stop bitching, get that bag, that’s a mantra
Shannon baby bomb suit, Hurt Locker
Spent too much on the pack, I can’t pass it
In Augusta tryna win the green jacket
Auto switch to a yellow jacket
Got some sting to the bitch, don’t it?
She perform like a throat singer (ahem)
She perform like a deepthroater (Goddamn!)
In the smokey room like lounge singers (yup!)
I know that cookie got a crumble to it (I like the crumble)
I know that cookie got a grip to it
Friends with the promoter he just let the gun slip through it
Friends with the promoter he just let the gun slip through it
Friends with the promoter he just let the gun slip through it