[Intro: Breadman44, Future & Young Thug]

He cold. She belong to the streets

(Compact disc?)

(That's a cd, C deez nuts)

Yeah

[Verse]

Pickin’ and talkin’ and Wok and a flow

And I’m backwards and forwards and in out your girl

I eat out your bitch I just ate her for dinner

I spin on your block with a 9 and some liquor

Get back with it try and come close to my status

BM9K autotune like I'm GLaDOS

I’m glad I could give you a warning to get off

Here’s some words of advice “See my place, you should lay off”

Get in it, been in it, sell in it, fell in it

My points no denying, this rap thing, I’m great at it

I left this bitch crying, her daddy ain't coming back

Gave her some pills just so I could cum on her back

I don’t hear what your sayin’

Can’t hear yo’ ass prayin’

I’ll spare you this time

Don’t go over the line

Payin’ up for my crimes

Don’t have words for this rhymе

You just know that fo’sho

Ima switch up the flow

Packin’ a crack ass

In ass crack and my gun blast

It go RATAT

My gat shot In my opp back

I ain't fallin’ back over frontlines

And a- ugh

And I- yеah

And it’s like 5 times i tried to get outta lying

But always end up fallin’ out of line

I love giving back to my kin

Heaven better let me in for my sins

[Verse 2: Wok2hardd]

WIP