[Intro]

(Ayo, Mark A)

(Ayo, Mark A)

Brrt, brrt

[Verse 1]

The plates West Coast Customs

Mister Earn-It-All, you'll probably ask to hold somethin'

Thousand 101s, thousand beans got the road jumpin' (Shit)

I don't need shit but I want more hundreds (Brrt)

Treat it like a king, you livin' like a peasant

Out here telling on yo' mans? You ain't gon' die respected

Twenty-eight, gettin' bullied, boy, it's time to buy a weapon

I done did the Scat, 'Cat, 'Hawk, 'Vette, I might try a Lexus

What I paid for the juice, can only find in Texas (Ah)

What I paid for the shoes, you tryna save up (Ooh)

Shit, I'm finna get rich, my mind made up

It's 2022, cut it out with the same stuff

Ain't you getting borеd? (Ooh)

Got yo' bitch tapping out off the figure four (Brrt)

Finna hit the billboard, Mark hit rеcord

Saks workers call me "Drip Lord" when I'm in the store

Told 'em I was finna blow

Shit, I detonated

Do you see a crease? I only step the latest

Do you see the tee? I'm a rude fuck

My pop flat, I need a new Crush to pour this deuce up (Shit)

You said you gon' do what? (What?)

You seen yo' opps a hundred times, ain't shoot once (Lame)

You rolled a thousand 'Woods, ain't never blew runtz (Lame)

Oh, you on a budget

Stop it with the monkey talk before I take a roll and up it (Brrt)

Shit, we know we all that, Kenan & Kel (Shit)

Doin' fraud, VPN, it ain't leaving a trail (Nope)

Keep it on me, fuck a grave, rather be in a cell

Robbers in yo' crib while you sleep, they ain't ringing the bell

[Verse 2]

If he don't tighten up, he gon' up in a LooseLeaf

We ain't throwin' hands, I'ma make him use them two teeth

Up seven figures, when you talk you think I lose sleep?

Majin Buu, I'm charging up because my juice pink

Doubled up the deuces, you could label me a four sipper

Shit crazy, my dawg turnt on me like Lord Nibbler

You can't score by yourself like you a poor dribbler

You ain't never spinned in the McLaren, you a Ford whipper

Cream A&W, I turned it into Zoidberg

Grand Wagoneer so big it destroyed curbs

Mask on the hit like I'm out tryna avoid germs

If you don't know Danny G, don't use that "Yoy" word

My lil' bitch keep a weapon like she Amy Wong

One session, hundred captions, I just made a crazy song

Up that ray gun and get him zapped, Brannigan

Yo' plug pulled up from mid off rip, Hamilton

[Interlude]

They get it to Hamilton, he gets a clean look and buries it

Yep

[Verse 3]

Too blowed, got the munchies like I'm Shaggy Rogers

Thinkin' with his dick, set him up with a addy dropper

I ain't cheap but I ran it up in family dollars

Gift God, got that shit on me like a crafty toddler

Slide down, tried to solve this crime? You gon' need Fred Jones

BabyTron, when I come on crank the headphones

Only reason that you got a crib because yo' rent low

(You pay like six hundred a month)

Only reason that you got a whip 'cause you leasin'

Intercept his play, to the crib like I'm Revis

Heart so cold, need a crib out in Phoenix

Road run thirty states, man, the trip is so scenic

[Bridge]

Shit, we sent him up, that's how it sounded when he landed

In the deep, try and find me? End up drownin' in Atlantis

But a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword

Stepped forth to oppose him

[Verse 4]

Up the stick and chop a limb off, Samurai Jack

Five ball the quick way, lil' brodie stacking five jacks

Hitman collecting souls like Demongo

Buying slab 'Woods by the bulk, I won't light a fronto

Putting out some cheese if it's beef, treat it like a taco

If he don't shut his damn mouth, make him bite a hollow, bitch

[Outro]

(Ayo, Mark A)