I'm in the backwoods bumping Mac Dre'vious
I'm praying to the [?] god and I ain't even atheist
Down like black hawk my cockpits the haziest
Closet full of choppers, and boxes, and miscellaneous
Ammo and a bunch of Rambo knifes my life's the craziest
My clothes on the floor I don't got a place to hang the shit
I don't mean no harm, but I ain't standing armed and dangerous
Whatever green, promethazine, hennessey, and maybe [?]
Slick is my code name, hoes say my alius
I'm two faced but sloos say I'm spontaneous
I'm like "surprise bitch you just smoked the angel dust"
This is training day baby you can't hang with us
[Hook: Dizzi Slick]
Hi I'm Dimichi bring money when you greet me
I'm in love with myself, It's nice to meet me
I give her goosebumps, hebejebes
I take her fettuccine then I pull a Houdini X2
[Verse 2: Dizzi Slick]
I'm the merchant steady searching for that purchaser
I get the worms in the morning I'm the early bird
I put in work as soft as posturepedic furniture
My nigga I'm a sea monster lurking on a skurvy cur
I resurface it to turn into emergencies
And all these bitches swimming where the sharks and the serpents be
I'm Ron Jeremy mixed with Ron Burgundy
Bitch I'm a bomb threat so respond with urgency
A suspect of burglary, murder in the first degree
My shooter made by Ruger and my Cougar made by mercury
[?] into a sea of uncertainty
Keep the boys in blue dreaming of searching me