They like woah what happened bitch

Yeah I'm going up, okay

I've been in the wraith

And the semi tucked, my Draco

I'm born to see red, shoutout Saint

.556 at your place

I stay on that X, on that dead

Mix with Cali weed

Brand new ARP, I don't even need to speak

Got a suppressor, pull up in your dreams

Drugs, sex, money

I get all three

She gon' pour my threes up

I shoot like a three, yeah

And the Jaguar got better torque

Had to switch out, like my whores

Eight inch AR split, divorce

Two halves, now you a full course

I pop, wig split, on my fucking wrist

That's perfect climate

We out here purging, we out herе purging

You ain't gon' win, ain't gon' ever win

I flew LA quick, likе a fucking Clipper

Claim they watching me, well your stuck on the stands

I don't need a scope

Bitch I'm Tony Montana

Don't need to reload, I done let my soul go

Ain't respond, you too broke

Black Porsche, not no rental

911 Turbo, ride striker, I pro bowl