[Intro]
(This is a YP exclu-clusive)
(Energy made this one)
No cap n***a, I'm-
I'm really in this bitch [?] sippin' on like codeine right now, look
N***a on God right now this shi' look like codeine, look

[Verse]
My n***a just caught a opp
And he say he finna kill him
N***a stop flexin' at stores
Man we know that it's a rental
[?] drum with a Glock
It sound like instrumental
And yeah, n***a is runnin' his mouth too much
So he got hit in his temple
Ridin' 'round LA with big body
And with a Mac
Every time I check my phone
A new n***a gettin' whacked
I just made like ten bands
Count it up, in a track
XD get to bustin', yeah
He runnin' like he in track
My n***as love fast cars
So you know they in them Tracks
What n***a? Or them 'Cats n***a?
Wait hold on, wait
And them Scats n***a?
And I'm in LA with gang
Put 'em on my back n***a
And I swear to God
I don't really fuck with these rap n***as
Caught him by surprise
Now that n***a in the atmosphere
My bitch ass so fat and so round
Like a damn sphere
Yo' ho finna eat the whole gang n***a
Soon as she get here
This ho gettin' on my nerves
I swear she need Jesus
I pour like six lines up
In a damn one liter
I just made like six racks, sippin' drop
Like I got fever
Blue just scored some Wock'
He finna put it in the freezer
That ho, she give good head
But I swear that she a keeper
My n***as, they take lives like
That n***a, he the reaper
Aye, my white n***a, he keep cash
And he look like Slim Jesus
I can't do nun' for this ho
I swear to God that she need Jesus
Two Glocks on me, run up like that ho
But my name [?]
Jozizzy, he just scored some drank
And it got me cheesin'
Pour up Wock' in pineapple Fanta
Shit look like the Lakers
That pint that you sippin' on
Ain't sealed, boy you crazy
How the fuck, you ain't got no racks?
Man these n***as, they lazy
That my white ho, she do coke
Would've thought this was the 80's
And my white ho
Kickin' shit with my new ho, she asian
Me and Terry in them coupes
On the freeway, speed racin'
Free lil' Will, that's my n***a, yeah
He incarcerated
Hit yo' whip, with them bullets n***a
This shit can get crazy
It's a switch, on the Glock n***a
Yeah, shit is crazy
And yo' ho, throwin' tricks on dick
That ho so R Rated
N***as lame, tryna steal some swag
Boy, you so outdated
In a Track', bro he got a 'Cat
Yeah, we finna race 'em
And her n***a think I'm the shit
Feel like I'm overrated
Got the drop, from yo' ho n***a
This shit so crazy
In the O, with my loc n***a
And we smokin' eighthy
I fucked yo' ho, and you know n***a
And it's to yo' baby
And I love all my hoes
I'ma give them hoes babies
All my locals, they some hoes
And they really think I made it
All my n***as know they role
Now our house real spacious
N***a, we was on the road
Left his face on the pavement
I switch hoes just like clothes
I swear this shit feel amazin'
And my n***as ran off on the plug
I think he was Jamaican
And my n***a yeah, he move the pot
I'm like boy, what you makin'
And my n***a he just move the dog food
And some cat
You ain't suckin' dick, bitch
Then you gotta skate
I'm in LA eatin' lobster n***a
Hundred dollar plates