[Intro]
Bet I pull up in the back with the MAC-10
Strapped in my back with a blade in my bitch crack (Go)
Ready to dash, take it back like a eight-track
Stacking some racks, kitty-cat wet as Similac
(I’m working on dying)
Ain’t got much to say
N***as know what’s up with me
These bitches know what’s up with me
It's Boat

[Verse 1]
She got a butt that's 'bout as big as a Mack Truck
I got a Glock with a beam if you act up
I got a shooter with me, he don't act tough
When it's go time, green light like a full charge
Cop what I want when I want, bet I live large
Free my big bro off his old grand theft charge
AR-15, bet it sing like El DeBarge
Clip in the Glock stick out like the hair on Marge
Fuck Earth, I'm 'bout to move my shit to Mars
Everything sandy
Light on a pump late at night comе in handy
[?] no Randy
My n***as bang Billy but they don't know Mandy
Shit, why you sip wock? 'cause it taste just likе candy
Yeah, yeah (Fuck)
Back in school if they try me, want war in the hall just like Andy
Bro was cool, now he a demon off Xannies
My bitch body soft, told her not to wear panties
If I bring her 'round, n***as prolly might panic
My view out the window resemble Atlantis
Told my big bro 'bout a bitch that was his
So I had changed her name in the story to "Francis"
She was an enchantress
She work in the club, she a god when she dances
N***as be biting me, down to my stances
Bet I pull up in the back with the MAC-10
Strapped in my back with a blade in my bitch crack (Go)
Ready to dash, take it back like a eight-track
Stacking some racks, kitty-cat wet as Similac
Ready to smack, whips new, I don’t CARFAX
Give me the neck, shawty, no, I don't ever text
Fuck on a jet, leave the nut on her six-pack
Goyard to death, in a rush, where the sticks at?
If she not my main then my mama can't kiss that
Swipe my AmEx, I'm too up, it can't kick back
P90 cock, let it rock, little kickback
And we brought blicks in the trips in yo kickback
M95 for the [?] push yo shit back
My bitch get as the sky, that's my little slatt
I got a 48, yeah
No, not a .455
[Verse 2]
(Go get 'em)
Listen (Go get 'em)
I'm king to the hatred, my practice is sacred
I spent twenty thousand on six of my ankles
He [?] I'm hot as the [?]
Finna go beat up like six different verses
Last week I visited six different places
Bought my mom some new flowers, she need some new vases
I'm good with the words just like [?]
Bitch said her favorite ball team is the Patriots
Bitch must be fucking someone from the Partiots
You fucking with me? You gon' me with yo maker
I might run for mayor
My wrist in the air, boy, I bet that I slay her
I bet she suck dick for the free, double dare
They wanted me dead but I do not care
My bitch want some hair, I told her come here
I turned to a chair, I swear

[Outro]
Yeah