[Intro]
I'm goin’ up, up‚ I'm so high right now
That moon rock is on me‚ not tryna come down
I know I'm ’posed to be signed right about now
Thanks for the lookin' out
(Run-Run-Run that shit the fuck back!)

I don't tote this strap for no reason
Cook up‚ Mook
Yeah, slime
Turn up, slime ball

[Chorus]
Suck on that dick‚ baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney
I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
Suck on that dick‚ baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin’ that gas like a chimney
I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
[Verse 1]
I don’t tote that strap for no reason
My shoes came straight out of Neimans
My diamonds, they hittin' and blingin'
My old, she still tryna please me (Brr-brr)
She call, I let that shit ring (Hang up)
Switchin' them lanes in a Demon
I’m havin' [?] all season
I'm goin' up, up, I'm so high right now
That moon rock is on me, not tryna come down
I know I'm 'posed to be signed right about now
Thanks for the lookin' out (Thank you, thank you)
Stayed down, n***a, ten toes
Get the drop like a demo
Draco make 'em limbo
Beat the pot like I'm Kimbo
So rest in peace to Kimbo
With OG's [?]
Slime in the cut with a .44
He'll switch, hit your whole photo, but baby

[Chorus]
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney
I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney
I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
[Verse 2]
You thought you was squid? Get hit with the SIG
You know it's slime biz, you know what it is
Get hit with the dick, Montana won't miss
Damn, I came a long way
They tried to clone me, she tryna foreplay
Me and my homies
Know we gon' burn up, you know we gon' turn up
Get hit with that burner
And I'm screaming [?] hangin' with [?]
Drac's pull off, we run to McDonald's
We stuffin' them grams in a Backwood
I double back, she was that good
And the Ac' make me feel good
Call-Call-Call it the way that I see it
She wanna give me a kiss
I told her to swallow my kids
I hope she forgive what we did
Baby, I am not ordinary
Lie, don't care who tell it
She give me her heart like it's February

[Chorus]
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney
I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it)
I don't tote this strap for no reason
Thirt-Thirty on forty, that glizzy
Puff-Puffin' that gas like a chimney
I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)