[Intro]

(This is a YP exclu-clusive)

(Energy made this one)

No cap nigga, I'm-

I'm really in this bitch [?] sippin' on like codeine right now, look

Nigga on God right now this shi' look like codeine, look

[Verse]

My nigga just caught a opp

And he say he finna kill him

Nigga stop flexin' at stores

Man we know that it's a rental

[?] drum with a Glock

It sound like instrumental

And yeah, nigga is runnin' his mouth too much

So he got hit in his temple

Ridin' 'round LA with big body

And with a Mac

Every time I check my phone

A new nigga gettin' whacked

I just made like ten bands

Count it up, in a track

XD get to bustin', yeah

He runnin' like he in track

My niggas love fast cars

So you know they in them Tracks

What nigga? Or them 'Cats nigga?

Wait hold on, wait

And them Scats nigga?

And I'm in LA with gang

Put 'em on my back nigga

And I swear to God

I don't really fuck with these rap niggas

Caught him by surprise

Now that nigga in the atmosphere

My bitch ass so fat and so round

Like a damn sphere

Yo' ho finna eat the whole gang nigga

Soon as she get here

This ho gettin' on my nerves

I swear she need Jesus

I pour like six lines up

In a damn one liter

I just made like six racks, sippin' drop

Like I got fever

Blue just scored some Wock'

He finna put it in the freezer

That ho, she give good head

But I swear that she a keeper

My niggas, they take lives like

That nigga, he the reaper

Aye, my white nigga, he keep cash

And he look like Slim Jesus

I can't do nun' for this ho

I swear to God that she need Jesus

Two Glocks on me, run up like that ho

But my name [?]

Jozizzy, he just scored some drank

And it got me cheesin'

Pour up Wock' in pineapple Fanta

Shit look like the Lakers

That pint that you sippin' on

Ain't sealed, boy you crazy

How the fuck, you ain't got no racks?

Man these niggas, they lazy

That my white ho, she do coke

Would've thought this was the 80's

And my white ho

Kickin' shit with my new ho, she asian

Me and Terry in them coupes

On the freeway, speed racin'

Free lil' Will, that's my nigga, yeah

He incarcerated

Hit yo' whip, with them bullets nigga

This shit can get crazy

It's a switch, on the Glock nigga

Yeah, shit is crazy

And yo' ho, throwin' tricks on dick

That ho so R Rated

Niggas lame, tryna steal some swag

Boy, you so outdated

In a Track', bro he got a 'Cat

Yeah, we finna race 'em

And her nigga think I'm the shit

Feel like I'm overrated

Got the drop, from yo' ho nigga

This shit so crazy

In the O, with my loc nigga

And we smokin' eighthy

I fucked yo' ho, and you know nigga

And it's still your baby

And I love all my hoes

I'ma give them hoes babies

All my locals, they some hoes

And they really think I made it

All my niggas know they role

Now our house real spacious

Nigga, we was on the road

Left his face on the pavement

I switch hoes just like clothes

I swear this shit feel amazin'

And my niggas ran off on the plug

I think he was Jamaican

And my nigga yeah, he move the pot

I'm like boy, what you makin'

And my nigga he just move the dog food

And some cat

You ain't suckin' dick, bitch

Then you gotta skate

I'm in LA eatin' lobster nigga

Hundred dollar plates