[Intro]
N***as can't fuck with me, n***a, this shit regular
I do this in my spare time, n***as know what it is
N***a
If your whip ain't a hundred thousand, don't talk to me
For real, n***a
This real life, Stinc team, dumbass

[Verse]
I pull up on the Shaw like what's good? Man, who really want it?
Hop out with a Draco and a nina got a semi on it
Like I paid a rapper for a feature, it's got 50 on it
My shiny teeth are mids, Chip Skylark and Timmy Turner
Beef with who, what?
Shit, it's time to take a trip to turner
Sesame Street, lil' n***a, you just a lil' Ernie
Big bird knock down big bird with a big bird
Desert Eagle on me, lil' n***a, as I switch slerve
Sliding down your block in the coupe, watch me hit curbs
Stinc Team, dummy, you can tell by my whiskers
They don't know a thing, all they know is mister mister
Moncler coats 'cause it get cold in the winter
Hit a rat with the chop, had to roast Master Splinter
I am not these other rappers, mop sticks in the sprinter
When I step up in the party, mosh pits as I enter
Say she wanna pay the fee, look, I got another winner
Them Guccis is Boosie, but I had to cop these
I'm all about extortion but don't bring it by me
If you judging from my opps, you'd think my gang was Yi Ching
AR with the tits on it, I feel like Yao Ming
40 with the dick on it, right now I gotta pee
I'm not with all that Instagram beefing and coppin' pleas
If you wanna see a story, then Instagram follow me
I am Mr. Mosley, these n***as ain't as hot as me
Bought Cartier gold 'cause I like designer things
I like my neck froze, throw some polar ice on me
My gang kind of reckles,s we like pulverizing things
Michael-fucking-Myers, read the story 'bout a kid
Freddy Kreuger, n***a, you get tortured in your dreams
Play me 'bout my bread and you be walking with the dead
Like a hungry humble Haitian, you ain't never getting fed
Put sixes on my pieces, n***as definitely the feds
Try me for my pieces, then you definitely want death
I'm Mr. I Run LA, thirty stacks up in the Benz
Had dreams 'bout making money, Granite Jackson in my head
[Outro]
Know this shit regular, I've been doing this shit n***a
Shit really regular, shit
Like I said, if your whip ain't a hundred thousand, don't talk to me
We blow money every day, n***a
Broke n***as saving money, ain't got time for that, n***a
You know what it is when you see that GLE coupe, n***a
Hundred thousand, and a n***a neck froze
Where my hitters be
When the chopsticks is out
Big FN's, Dracos and all that, 7.62s, n***a
Quit talking like you looking for me
N***as ain't looking for a n***a
It ain't hard to find a hundred thousand
Scared-ass n***as
We know the deal, shit regular to me
Ugh
Ha
All I do is talk shit, y'all n***as hate me
I already know, this is so cold I do em
But y'all gon' listen to this tape though
Scared-ass n***as