[Intro]
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)

[Verse 1]
These n***a blunts be lookin' like Gary Coleman
I roll a big-ass 'Wood, a Gary Payton
Bro got Percs on deck, pop meds daily
I keep a bottle on me like a new baby
Ayy, hit from the back, now bed shakin'
Can't run up no money, he hurtin' like his legs achin'
Got some n***as that locked in the can but they still eatin', you know they fed babies
Bored a bitch before she fuck on me, I'm a P, ho, fuck you mean?
Racks on me, tryna bust some jeans
Be liftin' no weights for no damn reason
Big-ass Glock with a muscle mean
Ain't try to fight, what a tussle mean
Get stepped on, ain't no scuffin' these
Big Yay havin' sauce like Polynesian
If you tryin to talk, speak guapanese
Look, a ho to me what a dollar mean
I was broke, now I see a lot of green
Get this shit and spend it on Purple
I made shawty come quick like commercial
At your door with two straps like Urkel
I don't fuck n***as hoes on purpose
I made one, that shit be by mistake
I guess that that shit come with this cape
I go get it, your n***a a lazy dude
Ayy, karma thick with daisy dukes and n***as don't know what that paper do
I make Cuban pull up, hit that Drac' at you
Don't sleep, I got Zs and Haitians too
Keep that fire on me all on vacation too
Catch him in Florida, walk down and clap at his ass like a gator do
[Chorus]
You got no pape'? (You a lil' boy)
Don't know how to handle that Drac'? (You a lil' boy)
You ain't bringin' shit to the table? (You a lil' boy)
You never did no favors? (You a lil' boy)
You ain't brought your bitch no flavor? (You a lil' boy)
You don't make your bitch feel major? (You a lil' boy)
Got in there talkin' 'bout player (You a lil' boy)
Come up about it, she told me (You a lil' boy)
He ain't did nothin' for his mama, he ain't did shit, you would think he a kid (But he a lil' boy)

[Verse 2]
N***a talkin' 'bout he P, he ain't ever been nothin'
N***a say he ain't trippin', he stuntin'
This n***a told me he trippin', he stumblin'
Find out she fuckin', shit gon' hurt his stomach
Yeah, she eatin' dick, that boy gon be sick
Tryna play like it's funny, but he threw a fit
Kapital flat pants sittin' over the Rick's
That don't make him tap dance, I forgot that shit
You n***as be cap rap, they never slung no fire, they never watched none die
They never stole no car, went on a ride, all that shit was a lie
Yeah, been had a gun before the Glock, put a 30 inside of a sky
N***a wasn't in that trap, 'bout to turn nothin' dry, you ain't have to bake no pie
Man, you ain't never even been in a fight, lil' n***a, you never blacked no eye
You the type n***a, we come knock on your door, you can't even come outside
You the type n***a, sittin' in the car sittin' still on Live actin' like you drivin'
You the type n***a, way in the back of your coat, tell them folks you flying private (N***a, I can tell what you been in)
You the type n***a, act like Mad Max but lowkey Miles Cyrus (But I'm for real rich inside)
Man, get your, look what I just made, lil' boy
And can't wait 'til I get paid lookin' boy
And get your state with the brand new J lookin' boy
But I ain't got to fit in the fade lookin' boy
I'm finna go get this play lookin' boy
Sold to the man with the braid lookin' boy
Come get me, I ain't got no weight lookin' boy
This ho lookin' for me, bitch, I don't wait lookin' boy
Play with a brush but still ain't got weight lookin' boy
Way too serious to play lookin' boy
N***a be serial killers when they in the booth, real life, ain't seen northin' poof
Yeah, Yay havin' hole like Spluce, Glock on tuck like Chris at Ruth's
I'm out to eat with my blick in my boot, look crazy, I might start blicking at you
N***a ain't clutch, he flicked it and fluke
12 get behind me, I'll run 'em and juke
Pull to the store, drop somethin' in my juice
Yay pull up, cat and dog poo
My partner might serve you some dog—
My partner throwed, they all shoot
Ayy, pull on your block, shit sound like a nuke
I gotta lace my stay in the loop