Weed all in her purse just where the dog should be

I'm beat ingesting you jesters chilling where the Gods should be

Son you niggas ground your ass like where your father been

All my niggas down for the chase you take a shot at me

Red Stripe Backwood and the Patty

Baddie waist small ass on phatty

Yall niggas jokes and ain't a soul laughing

I'm a standup kind of guy lets get some shows happening

Gold medal snatching

Full metal jacket

Big ass ego

I'm full of the shit you lacking

You spent a rack on that but your fit look erratic

My music crack like that turn recovereds to addicts

I'm trynna kill the false prophets

Live with real cash

Sealed pack

Real rap

Layers lettuce peel back

P.O box filled with dank how they ain't steal that

Might send your ass a beat just 'cause i feel bad

Steel clad ready up

Shut it I done said enough

Rolling with Kie know what it be my turn I rev it up

I dont give no fucks

Man thats just your luck

Steady on my cream cookie blunts they double stuffed