Only go hard for my gang, Shoutout my mother fucking gang
You know I go insane, insane my membrane
Lost a few cells, bout a week ago
Smoke a backwood like a week ago

Smoking on dope forreal
Call my bitch up she can roll forreal

Chick wanna take my picture but with her in
I don’t like pictures so we couldn’t finish

And she want me on her shirt
And she want me on her sweaters
And she wanna count the cheese
I told the girl she needs the lettuce
I told the girl you could do better
I just want you for the night
Just wanna give you the Pipe
Not a just fuck him n dip him
Hitting my bitch raw
After that
I Take a piss y’all
You might have to get shit on
You might have get pissed on
She piss me off, like all the time
You ain’t really working all the time
My work on autofilled
Trapping every day even out the state
Nothing else could get me paid
My life a movie, Yo life toupee
Ball on these n***as since 5th grade
You n***as beefing with suckers
You n***as really don’t love her
You n***as can’t really trust them
You n***as in the way
Im counting money
I took shit serious
None of yo shit could make money
Never knew I could make money
My bitch is thick, Call me Daddy or honey
This shirt from Japan
Fuck me but on cam
N***a you know who I am
Kweli yeah I get the bands
Run it up run it up
Running man
I took his bitch we were interment
Shampoo she used smell like cinnamon
And she be thinking we buddies
Screwed me over you a thot
I don’t think that shit is hot
I’m cute though
Imma bad bitch
How bout you though
Gotta get my clout up
On me like malware
Pass a thot like Im passing dope
Twin choppa came with a scope
Might have to whip a few nose
Covid shot
End up in a orthodox
I’m rolling up weed
And I got nicotine too
Pass out from dope
I know I look like juice
Shoutout my plug he came through the lean
Smoking this dope I know I’m not a fein
Missing my brother, ain’t see him at all
Since you with gang we can’t you smash at all
Licking through panties the booty and all
Playing too much, now she’s wearing my drawls
Driving the Beamer
My car is 2 seater
My bitch is Latina
We smoke if it’s refa
My n***as so evil
I’m Evel Knievel
My belt isn’t bb
LV you can me
Is you with me, or not
If you with me you a star
Ball everyday go hard
I can’t get stuck in the past since it’s over
Made it through shit i thought my life was over
Women ain’t shit, fell in love now we over
Nut on her face and it got on the stomach
If we not coming
You know that we coming
Show up bunnies
And still got bitches right on me
Selling that sauce like tony
Go #1 by my loney
Can’t trust these n***as they phony
She want the meat pepperoni
Only designer is me
All this ice, On me, Is on me
Water down I freeze a lake
19 year old, I’m feeling great
You can end up like a grape, pop
Writing songs until my tape drop
Skinny jeans tight like a slit know
Overwork hours in CVS