[Intro]

(Yeah, I got Cam on the ones and twos, nigga)

[Verse]

Huh, slide through they block, this shit be dry like they got menopause

They say they dogs, I'm Mike Vick, bitch, I'll kill a dog

They cap, they don't be on they block

Wrap 'em, put 'em in a box

I rap, but still'll spin a block

She order out at Lemon Drop

I do that job, won't make no call

Got water, I'm Niagara Falls

Like Boston, I forever land

On P, I shoot at any man

These niggas sweet like cinnamon

This Glocky shoot at you, bitch, it ain't on my waist, it's in my hand

You in love with her, I got that ho butt-naked in my camp

She suckin' dick all in my phone

Like move it, bitch, don't turn wrong

You better not make the wrong turn

On P, I get 'em all burned

On God, I make 'em all learn

Hit his car, I make 'em all swerve

Rockstar like Ozzy Osbourne

Niggas act, they need an Oscar, dead serious

All my cars, they luxurious

The seats red just like a period

This car don't come 'til next year

In a Lam', bitch, this a Urus

Nigga, I got so much money, I don't give a damn if she miss her period, yeah

Pull all through they block, I don't give a damn, I hit a kid, yeah

Pull all through they block, I hop out, blam, and hit my cig

Then I bend the curb and come right back around, do that again

I never asked for help, bitch, I been on my feet just like my shins

And, nigga, I ain't Crip, but catch him, up this chop, and hit his chin

And I ain't Asian, but I got so many chopsticks, I look like yen

I better not never catch you stealin' 'cause I ain't tryna kill my friend

I ain't tryna kill my man, but you do that, you know the sayin'

Boy, it's smoke

I can't never keep my dick inside my pants, it's in her throat

She can't never keep my dick outside her mouth, bitch, you better choke

We from that block, when we see either side, I swear we make 'em float

I could've went and bought Chanel, but you know my bitch, she like Coach

I can't hang with niggas, rope

I don't sell weed, bitch, we sell dope

I don't sell bags, bitch, we got bricks

When it's smoke, I'm in the mix

And when it's gone, still in the mist

I got my sound right, this shit crisp

Xho go and spin by his goddamn self, won't send a blitz

This ho stop blowin' me, shit annoying

I beat the block like George Foreman

On the block when it was stormin'

Had to sleep inside the trap, bitch, I couldn't go home to my mommy

Hit a lick, if that bitch buck, I let this Draco hit his tummy

And this Draco, it got kick

This bitch jump like it shoot bunny

And my diamonds, this bitch hit

He ain't gotta wait 'til it's sunny

And my baby clean as shit, I put Amiri on my sonny

Put ma dukes through too much shit, I told her, "Huh, here go a hundred"

Huh, yeah, you damn right

Bitch, I been gone, I'm catchin' flights

And I been tryna stay inside, 'cause rap be damned, I'll take a life

And, bitch, I'm tryna live on the edge, to get to my house, you gotta hike

Xho was really in that field, but just to live, I had to strike

I had to take

I stayed in jail, couldn't catch a break

I send a blitz, nigga, break

7.62s, shit hit his face

That's how the news had my whole face, nigga