[Verse 1}

Wait, hold up..
Couple things got'em rolled up
And I gotta cup of the purple mixin' the soda
And you know i'm bout it, the bitches see it nd throw up

Damn, I'm so flushed...
Someone needs to go and like rejuvenate me
Couple red pills im hallucenating
Who's it lately, comin' with some rules embracing.. the game

And everything it's worth
Another enemy into that dirt
Another frienemy that tried to hurt
It didn't matter cause it did not work

Artillery, I should've shot first
Is she killin' me, I could've stopped thirst
Is she feelin' me, i'm feeling like worst
In a fuckin' black hearse, I was going through her purse

I remember it all like it was yesterday
But that it is all that i'm meant to say
Don't go asking questions, dont confess to ways
You pest, you best get going in the left of lanes

Do not make me mention you'll get left in lane
Barracuda fangs, fuck the set they claim
Sharin' all the news like I mess with fame
B*tches got me wrong, they guess my...Hayes(Haze)

Like Nikki, spliff full of sticky in a Jiff jar shipping
Hits through the bricking like a big car ripping
Through the wall, I ball like Chris Paul sticking

That paint, and never say that I can't
And if you do, well then f*ck your crew
I make music all for these Saints
[Hook]

(Cause I got that pack)
Share a flow for my bros that never made it on the flight right back
(Cause I got that pack)
Pair of hoes gonna flock like some hounds when they sniff through the bag
(Cause I got that pack)
Stuff a cone for your girl, she don't smoke but she about to rip it fat
(Cause I got that pack)
Where these hoes gonna go when I leave them straight flat on there back
(Cause I got that pack)

[Bridge]

Go hard and I bogart, show love but no regard
Hoes barge and just dome hard. that's your chick? I'll send postcards (X4)

[Verse 2]

Bithces say this flow like toxic waste
Gotta put another fuck boy in place
Onomatopoeia all on his face and
I don't wanna be you, you're a grown dispace-ment

Chilling in a basement
Writing on a blog bout how you really just hate shit
For goodness sake kid
Give me a break, breaking it down on my Curren$y tray
Nursery rhymers are going away
Hershey's designer, got bars for them days

Scarred so I open jars, burn up the place
Need a car, living in the stars, turn up the bass
Bombarded, I ball like Harden until I faint
Blowin hard, chillin in the garden on sunny days

I'm loaded up, that limelight, it's glowing bruh
The time's right, Im showing up, and I show enough
Im never low enough. and I flow enough to get me doper stuff

Rope for the hope of the chosen ones
And I float like the smoke on the holder's gun
And I pose, make a toast for the frozen ones

[Hook]

[Bridge 2]
You know that we blow that
This flow track's a throwback
My mind tries to slow that
But time tries to show that

...It ain't nothing to me

(X2)