Before I leave the house I grab my keys

I ain’t got no strap but that’s more for you than me

Plus I’m fresh-i-e

Niggas a kill for me

Buy myself a qp smoke it up before next week

My role models dead

It fuck wit my head

R.I.P. to Mary and them niggas left unsaid

How I’m flexing you would think I’m throwing up the F

How I’m balling you would think we threw out all the refs

My niggas really real

Yours really squeal

When it’s serious they’ll roll on you just like a wheel

When it’s serious my niggas roll like they off pills

We won’t ever fall out bout no bitch or bout no bills , nah

That’s why when a nigga get it

Of course imma split it

Ratchet bitches that’s so past tense

Where’s the boujee baddies

Pulled everything from strippers to churchies

Told her bust it open like you doing herkys

Then drop to your knees like you doing some burpees

I’m off the wood but these white bitches getting fucked up

Dough up

All these Os my check look like a box of donuts

Freshie is there a place where your ass won’t roll up

I don’t know none

Not that I know of

Body floating soon I hit the gas

Tryna touch a M for every day I was broke in the past

Niggas laughed , them the same ones that be looking strapped for cash

Bitches mad , cuz I hit em and I never hit em back (damn)

I was prolly somewhere in some cups of tech (aye)

I blew a few bands on xans and smoke and tech (aye)

I just want the head I fuck too long for sex (aye)

I’m feeling it’s my time like fondling Pateks (aye)

Definition of dick whipped , she pull up just to fuck

She give me head while I drive her whip on the way to my new plug

Shit was so fire I had to pull over just to fold her up

Like a backseat

I’m sick , need a vaccine

Ra Squad that’s the team

I’m in all black like a theat-er

4s in a liter

Gas knocking like speakers

Run it up til my feet hurt

Then repeat it like preachers

Y’all fucking on creatures

We balling , y’all can’t see the bleachers

I jumped in this rap shit feet first

I stay on them trees like a lemur

Imma see yo bitch , not keep her

Hoodie on me , Melo , Grim Reaper

These bitches nosy like Billy

Grinding til I touch my billi

Niggas be hating that’s silly

Want me to stop gotta kill me

Cuz I ain’t gone stop til it kills me

For really tho , the real feel me tho

All I see is green no Piccolo

These niggas my juniors like Piccolo

Get blown like flutes and piccolos

I eat beats if you didn’t know

Now you see the point , pigeon toed

Shout out G Herbo

It’s young Freshie tho

I ain’t never cared about shit

That prolly ain’t news to y’all

Step one is for me to get rich

Step two is get my crew involved , said I ain’t never cared about shit

That prolly ain’t news to y’all

Step one is for me to get rich

Step one point two is get my crew involved