[Intro]
Chapo

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
Ayy, who the fuck said I was duckin'? (Yeah, fah, taah, ayy)
Whole lot of pro tools and mags, these choppas got third party plug-ins (Plug-ins)
Ayy, I do shit anyways like a third grader who not 'posed to be cussin' (What, yeah)
We wetting that crib, make sure it don't function (Yeah)
You sipping on Teva, you might as well sip 'Tussin (Sip 'Tussin)
Five star dick, she said this shit bussin'
Ayy, I'm in my bag, bitch, I be dead in it (I'm in my bag)
Modding the re-rock, putting some red in it
New snake skins, bitch I might as well shed in it
If we talking bread, I know n***as ain't getting in it (Ain't getting in it)
Like I know the answer, I'ma raise this arm
N***as from the 'burbs, they don't mean no harm
Took you on a lick, you couldn't stay calm (Pew, what you say?)
Bars in n***a, I can make a song
Your mans a rat and your bitch a mousе
Ayy, fit the baby Glock in the pouch (In the pouch)
This Glock should'vе been a realtor 'cause it make everything a open house (Open house)
Choppa with a glitch on it, imma make sure that it Wreck it Ralph (Wreck it Ralph)
Your bitch said she don't suck dick but when she with me, she open mouth (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Summrs]
Lil Rino, you know how I bleed (Huh)
Came in this bitch with the .223 (Uh-huh)
Yeah, FMJ go through trees
We'll drop that pussy n***a like a leaf ([?], blatt, yeah)
Yeah, n***a ain't taking my chain, try to take my chain, I'ma straight flip your ass (Uh-huh)
She know I want her brain and she want my fame, tell her, "I ain't into that" (Yeah, haha)
Bitch, RIP Kaine, your boyfriend a lame, tell him I ain't feeling that (Yeah, haha, I ain't feeling that, uh-huh)
Yeah, driving this bitch insane, got a [?] (Brr, yeah, uh-huh)
I'm in a big Maybach, lil' Kan in the 'cat, I'm thinkin' 'bout going Track (Blatt, huh)
She know my pockets fat and her ass fat, I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' that (Thinkin' like)
Huh, where is your money at? (Where is your money at?)
Yeah, he [?] Pontiac ([?] a Pontiac)
That n***as a maniac (That n***as a maniac)
And you gon' get [?]
I was broke, I ain't going back (I was broke, I ain't going back)
I wanted my Prada bag (I was up in my Prada bag)
Now I'm in my [problem bag?] (Now I'm in my [problem bag?])
Just run up, y'all thinkin' mad (Uh-huh, brr)
[Outro: Summrs]
I wanted my Prada bag
Now I'm in my [problem bag?] (Fuck you)
I was in my [?] bag (Yeah)
And I'm in my Prada bag