[Intro]

(It's a Wayne beat)

(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

(Elijah, not another one)

[Verse]

When it's skit time, only talk through them codewords

It hit different when you go and do your homework

Dab of Quagen on the leaf so it slow burn

Cameras walk me to the stage like I'm Goldberg

Shooter pop out with a lil' pump like he SmokePurpp

It's a lot of shit that hurt, but I swear bein' broke worse

They'll see you get it out the mud, still'll throw dirt

Like that won't work, hey, hey

When it's time, make sure I'm layin' in a rose gold hearse

Plenty fish up in the sea, I tell a ho go surf

I don't do the so-sos, put it on the floor first

Trigger finger itchy, switchy glitchy make the pole twerk

First day of school fresh

Blood money, but we thumbin' through some blue checks

Slammin' work, but I ain't hit it with a suplex

Unless it fit around your head, go buy a new vest

Hitman like, "Who next?"

You the type to turn to Big Meech around the hoes

Spent six weeks tourin', traveled 'round the globe

Tryna face a whole pound, finna battle with the 'bow

I just copped a new crib, you see that castle down the road?

Bitch, I don't count days, I make days count

If I let you read the book, you'd try to rip a page out

Campin' on they block, eatin' Mortons, that's a steak-out

Allergic to it, 'round the fake, I'ma break out

I'll put you on a side quest, not the main route

You be shy, not me I'm callin' names out

You be scared, not me, I'm blowin' brains out

All I see is SIs, someone throw his chain out

The ARP GSP with the takedowns

All that talk, you said what? Put the pape' down

We can bet, I feel good like I'm James Brown

All that cap talk wouldn't slide at a playground

Ain't no fights, we'll swing through with K rounds

Touchdown, change towns, come up, stay down

Walkin' in the store 3AM with my chains out

Middle of the night, sippin' blood with my fangs out

Might be sunny, it might snow, it might rain out

This the Murder Mitten, wouldn't know unless I came out

Little windows on the 'Rari make it hard to aim out

Gettin' fitted for a grill up in Johnny Dang house

Right now, I got the torch and you can't put the flame out

Try somethin', get horsed, you can't put the gang out

Unless I'm payin' with some hundreds, what's the change 'bout?

High-speed in front of polices, throw them thangs out

I'm just bein' me, ain't take the safe route

I ain't take the lame route, ain't take the gangbang route

Shit, let Tay-K out, them boys faked they route

Side hoes hit the telly, this my main thing house

Paid bail and made it back on my same day out

Free my unky and them boys, let the chain gang out

One, shout out to my son, shit, I paved they route

Shout out to the old-heads, youngins made they drought

When it really goes down, they don't stay, they out

When we slide down, you gon' hear, "Mayday, baow"

Said they married to the game, but ain't say they vows

Wasn't with me from the jump, now they say they proud

Funny how that work, ain't it?

Shit, I'm lookin' in the mirror, it's your turn, ain't it? Huh

Like it's fifty for a verse, ain't it?

Seein' what we doin' and you can't, that's the worst ain't it? Huh

Said you'd have it on the first, it's the third, ain't it?

Swervin' 'round in the whip, that's the curb, ain't it?

Havin' zero motion to your name, that's a curse, ain't it?

You a cornball, shit, that's the term, ain't it?

Out my mind, palms itchin', that's the Percs, ain't it?

Fuck a first-name basis, hoes bird brainin'

All that playin', we'll have you up in church prayin'

Rat-ass bitch, probably fuck around and burn Satan

Throw a rock this way, we gon' worst way him

Fill his circle up with lead like we surveyin'