[Intro]
(Ayy, who made it? Millan made it)

[Chorus]
Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs
I might send some of these slugs in your mail
Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can't you tell?
I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can't you smell what I'm-?
Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
How you couldn't tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil' hitter
My shorty said, "Gang, I'm ready, just got through blicking", I fuck around, hit 'em
I said, "Go spin that bitch again, make sure his ass all hit up"

[Verse 1]
All on the 'Gram talking about come get up, with him, that's why that n***a a lemon, he a vegetable
I just put a few drills on my schedule
When I step out in that field, I get medical
I mean surgical
What's the word? I got birds in my furniture
Baby, don't hit the curb, no alerting 'em (Grrt, baow, baow)
Hop out, we burning 'em (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Chorus]
Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs
I might send some of these slugs in your mail
Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can't you tell?
I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can't you smell what I'm-?
Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
How you couldn't tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil' hitter
My shorty said, "Gang, I'm ready, just got through blicking", I fuck around, hit 'em
I said, "Go spin that bitch again, make sure his ass all hit up"
[Verse 2]
All in the corner, clutchin' a .50, make sure a n***a torso burn, we medical
Drop the low, we kick his shit in like lil' folks 'n them wrestlers
I put my bitch on a pedestal
I put them bricks and them hits on my schedule
Let's hit a lick on that medicine, but you gotta keep that on the hush
I keep a Glock with a shh
She said she fell in love with my touch
No stick-shift and the whip still clutch
Big backwoods, what the fuck is a Dutch?
I can't see us together without my binoculars, that ain't the only thing stoppin' us
You don't know how to be patient and popular
Lil' E spin the block, one more gain and we poppin' 'em
Hop in them whip and go mission impossible
You gotta keep that on the hush
Straight backwoods, what the fuck is a Dutch?
And the zaza good but ain't fucking with us
Oh, we fucking him up
Got a whole lotta guns on this Mercedes bus, get snuck in the club
Is we fucking or what?
Told her I ain't got time to be caking, she keep tryna butter me up
You would think I'm Jamaican the way I keep taking these dead n***as straight to the face, on what?
I'm getting payed, still ducking the jakes, on what?
I blew brains, I'm the rate for the day, on what?
Bitch (On fonem grave, I don't bleed that risk, n***as talk shit, get hit in his hmm, uh, don't live too comfortably)
[Chorus]
Drug paraphernalia under my nails, I make sells, I do drugs
I might send some of these slugs in your mail
Chinchilla fur on my new rug, can't you tell?
I smoke OG, cookie by the bud, blood, can't you smell what I'm-?
Sitting here rolling up these dead oppositions
How you couldn't tell it was a dead mission? Tweaking with my lil' hitter
My shorty said, "Gang, I'm ready, just got through blicking", I fuck around, hit 'em
I said, "Go spin that bitch again, make sure his ass all hit up"