[Intro]

(Che on the beat)

(You're now smoking with the best)

(Che on the beat)

[Verse]

If we locked in, you don't gotta worry, boy, you know I got you

Bitch wan' play like monsoon

Sayso says he might just pop you

Niggas only worried 'bout what you do, or what I do

Glocky hit his spine (Glocky, you know, Glocky)

That shit feed ya just like some hot food

Yo' girlfriend a Badu

I'm sharp as a shark tooth ('Kay, okay)

Girl, know that we shot you

Pussy boy, we caught you

Shootouts, yeah, we all do (That)

She Erykah Badu (Yeah, yeah)

A school, that's summer part two

Who ain't run your block, dude?

Who gon' run your block, dude?

And the feds had caught you

Gangsta boy, that's not you (No)

Some soldiers that I lost too

Ain't nobody that I Iost too

I shoot guns and rob too

I take Oxy' bars too

Spam the trigger, R2

Count up guap, that's all I do (Count up guap, that's all I do)

ARP, that's all I shoot

Money gone, that's all I do

Pistol whip, he lost a tooth

All my soldiers in the booth, boy, now your soldiers in the juve'

I ain't tryna get in to you, I just wan' get into you (Yeah)

This brand-new stick, it's for you (Yeah)

My dick, she lick, 'cause she boo (Uh, oh-yeah)

I don't do kisses, lil' boo (No)

I just do flat sex, lil' boo

Eat me like a edible

Dump the mag' of ammo

Boy, the H big intervals

Pop yo' mans, now he a ghost

M-M-Margiela belt, yeah, I like clothes

Tell her come through, yeah, I like hoes

Smoke out the bong, yeah, and the bowls

Shootout with all the internet trolls

Show 'em on the internet, ho

I don't even fuck with Instagram hoes

B-b-but I might fuck with you for the one time

Nigga ain't clutching my gun, that's mine

N-n-nigga like, "Who you be with?" That's Mar

I'm tryna take up my sis' and my mom

In the airport, I'ma bring a fucking bomb

Oh, she on Pornhub.com (Pornhub.com)

Oh, she wanna fuck, that's true

Uh, get 'em hot just like a bomb

My bank account came with some commas, yeah

I don't really come without dro', yeah

Come out, and I probably done shot you (Woah)

They'll probably say I've been the highest

If they don't know then I'll remind it

Got stars on the roof, yeah, that's what I did

In the booth, but you know I don't write shit

Couple hoes, couple hoes, and five spliffs

You say you make money, like, type shit

Ran off with my swag, that's my shit

Say you got that weed like my shit

Niggas want everything, boy, you're hiding

[Outro]

(Woah, woah)