[Intro]
So Cold I Do Em, huh?
Shit got me kinda hot, you feel me?
Fucking up my rhythm
Like I have perfect rhythm so I'm scared if it sound a little weird
Fuck it, though
RJ on the beat

[Verse]
I'm a demon in the jungle, feasting with others
Wonton chops for the rumbles
'Fore I slip or fall, I fumble
Catchin' bodies, Haitian hummers
And a block? One minute time
F&N will break up huddles
Gossiping? A lil' bustin'
And my ear is diamond clusters
Beef with me? We throwin' pit loads
At the party, you would slumber
Rob who, take what? They know Drakeo keep that thunder
Who the fuck wanna be Santa? Bitch, this Grinch gon' get this money
When it's time to come play ball, they know I throw on my jersey
Catch a n***a, leave him Fetty Wap, like I'm flowing from New Jersey
Sneak dissin' on Twitter like your life was really worth it
N***as die every day, B, should've had Rico put a verse on it
Paid In Full, I'm Money Mitch, I can show you how to stunt like him
Since n***as wanna run mouth, shit, then I guess they know how to run from lead
Drakeo, Drakeo Drakeo, all California gon' know my name
Took a trip to Alhambra, now I'm off-white like I snort cocaine
Moncler Off-White, man them n***as swear to God I sold cocaine
Pull up on your kid's school, sometimes I swear to God I ain't got no brain
Keep shooting up all these empty cars, I swear to God they ain't got no aim
[Outro]
Pussy-ass n***as, shit
Come on, my n***a, I do this on my spare time, you feel me?
This shit really regular
N***as already know the deal with me, you feel me
I count chilli out, that's all I do, you feel me?
I'ma keep doing that
That's all I do
Alright
Alright
Yeah, this shit regular, though, n***a
Come on now, I'm not with all that sneak dissin' and beefin'
I'm just tryna rap, you feel me? I'm just tryna do me
N***as over here hating and all that
N***as see me in traffic and wanna run from a n***a and all that
Damn
What happened?
N***as was just tough on Instagram on them videos and shit, I'm just saying though
I'm the same n***a, in the streets and on the mic, you feel me? You understand me?
Come on, this shit regular, though, you feel me?
Shit, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty pieces, a hundred pieces, and all dat
Man this regular, we do this every day
It's the Stinc Team, dumbass
I could bop bop Ling Ling and all dat
Come on, stop playing
You know the deal
It's really regular
Alright
Ugh, shit