[Verse 1]

I got the gas, who got the match?

Quick to roll up sour patch

Got the shooters in the back

All the trucks I ride are black

She pop a perc to take a nap

No more fist fights, we don't scrap

Fuck the talking, we don’t chat

From the bottom of the map

Like a dike I got the strap

Trample work, we run through packs

Like a shelf we got the racks

Got the bundles and them stacks

She do it with no hands and then she throw it back

She master chef up with the cheese, she got the mac

All the smoke is gonna make your lung collapse

To the max, turn me way up to the max

'Round my side it's not nice

Life a gamble, roll the dice

I’m in the trap house like the mice

Gourmet, whippin' up the rice

Come correct, I got the price

'Round my side nothing nice

'Round my side nothing nice

I just had to tell 'em twice

I need the Ms, nothing less

More money, no more stress

Gymnastics, I make it stretch

Cut them off with cutlass

Pumpkin juice in my cup

I got killas in the cut

Divide the work and make it plus

Got the pillowcases stuffed

My scale is touching everything

I gave my love a wedding ring

Feel like Stunna with the bling

Hotline bling, I got the bling

She wanna party with the goblins

Fuck her in the mosh pit

Keep the energy, got the turn up Hennessy

Got me 32 degree, two sticks up when I ski

On my wrist I took a pee

They had footage, took the plea

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[Verse 2]

Now my eyes are Chinese

Two tings, they Siamese

Eat me up like hi chew and I ball like Caillou

Wipe my nose like "Achoo"

In my wrist I got boogers

With the white, look like sugar

Made the money off a hooker

Put you on a T like Booker

All my shooters look like troopers

And your shooters goof troopers

We got 30s like a hooper

And I got the itchy finger

I'ma finger fuck the trigger

Nina back just like a n**ger

And I'm serving white people

And I'm dodging all the people

Make a movie like the sequel

We got birds like eagles

We got birds like eagles

I go crazy for my dog, John Wick

I beat 7 out the eagles like I’m Mike Vick

You can smell prometh’ when I piss

Step up to the target, never miss

I could put the gun to your lips

If you got a date with death, give a kiss

If you got a death wish, make a wish

I'm like a lumberjack with the stick

I’m like your grandmother with the stick

You wanna be like a killer? Get the blick

I swear these niggas all acting like a flick

I get the niggas all lit up like a wick

You a bitch, domestic, I get you hit

I'ma make it all with my niggas, off the rip

I remember I was always on the strip

I remember when the strap was fallin' off my hip

Wholesale, thirteen, fourteen a zip

Now I take flights, Louis luggage on the trip