[Intro]
(Yo Variedy this crazy)

[Verse]
Forgiatos ridin', Forgiatos ridin'
Presidential Rollie' got me feelin' like Joe Biden
No Saint's Row, I'm at the hideout but I ain't hidin'
This bitch kinda crazy, man she keep creatin' violence
I'm at my momma house so we gotta fuck in silence
When I was in LA I dressed myself, ain't need no stylist
Bitch I'm from the hood, I can't stop at no stop sign
Tried to open her legs and I pulled out a thot sign
I'ma take your car, lil' bitch I feel like I'm Glokknine
Say you got a torch, I got a Glock, watch me bust mine
Real trap n***a, I'm out here sellin' Tuss' lines
Broke ass n***a, you be waitin' at the bus line
8 on the chain, man I'm finna get a bustdown
You say you wanna' shoot, I gave you the pistol is you gon' bust now?
I got a thot, yeah the bitch a lil' bustdown
I got a pound, yeah the bag a lil' bustdown
Boy you don't shoot cause' your gun turn into rust now
And they just freed my fuckin' shooter, it's just us now
The bitch ask for money she gettin' cut now
I spent sixty bands and I'm like what now, (that's on my momma)
Got a AR and it rip through cars now
My shooter comin' from home off that Greyhound
Smokin' Kush Factory, beans be the batteries
Think the police after me
My boy done caught a battery
And I'm in the studio, I told the engineer to send that track to me
And I'm at the bank, I told the teller give them racks to me
I could sell more fuckin' weed n***a than Master P
Your bitch in my hood, in that Impala, blastin' me
I ain't give her no money so she mad at me
So if I give her this ten-piece I guess that's rat in me
Hell nah bitch, if you think that's how it's finna' be
This bitch gettin' annoyin', man she keep sayin' "you sending me"
All these n***as do is hate, don't need that energy
Why the fuck that n***a on Twitter wanna' mention me
Can't even cook up for a rat, think you know how that kitchen be?
They got my n***a locked up for a petty misdemeanor
Hope I really go far with my damn demeanor
And I'm in my fuckin' mansions like a damn arena
Water on my neck, n***a Aquafina
And I run with dogs, I run with hyenas
If you my bro I can't pull lil' Gina
She callin' me her pa but she not latina
Tryna' ask me bout' your hoe cause I prolly' seen her
It's Goyard seats on the inside the Beemer