[Verse 1}

Wait, hold up..

Couple things got'em rolled up

And I gotta cup of the purple mixin' the soda

And you know i'm bout it, the bitches see it nd throw up

Damn, I'm so flushed...

Someone needs to go and like rejuvenate me

Couple red pills im hallucenating

Who's it lately, comin' with some rules embracing.. the game

And everything it's worth

Another enemy into that dirt

Another frienemy that tried to hurt

It didn't matter cause it did not work

Artillery, I should've shot first

Is she killin' me, I could've stopped thirst

Is she feelin' me, i'm feeling like worst

In a fuckin' black hearse, I was going through her purse

I remember it all like it was yesterday

But that it is all that i'm meant to say

Don't go asking questions, dont confess to ways

You pest, you best get going in the left of lanes

Do not make me mention you'll get left in lane

Barracuda fangs, fuck the set they claim

Sharin' all the news like I mess with fame

B*tches got me wrong, they guess my...Hayes(Haze)

Like Nikki, spliff full of sticky in a Jiff jar shipping

Hits through the bricking like a big car ripping

Through the wall, I ball like Chris Paul sticking

That paint, and never say that I can't

And if you do, well then f*ck your crew

I make music all for these Saints

[Hook]

(Cause I got that pack)

Share a flow for my bros that never made it on the flight right back

(Cause I got that pack)

Pair of hoes gonna flock like some hounds when they sniff through the bag

(Cause I got that pack)

Stuff a cone for your girl, she don't smoke but she about to rip it fat

(Cause I got that pack)

Where these hoes gonna go when I leave them straight flat on there back

(Cause I got that pack)

[Bridge]

Go hard and I bogart, show love but no regard

Hoes barge and just dome hard. that's your chick? I'll send postcards (X4)

[Verse 2]

Bithces say this flow like toxic waste

Gotta put another fuck boy in place

Onomatopoeia all on his face and

I don't wanna be you, you're a grown dispace-ment

Chilling in a basement

Writing on a blog bout how you really just hate shit

For goodness sake kid

Give me a break, breaking it down on my Curren$y tray

Nursery rhymers are going away

Hershey's designer, got bars for them days

Scarred so I open jars, burn up the place

Need a car, living in the stars, turn up the bass

Bombarded, I ball like Harden until I faint

Blowin hard, chillin in the garden on sunny days

I'm loaded up, that limelight, it's glowing bruh

The time's right, Im showing up, and I show enough

Im never low enough. and I flow enough to get me doper stuff

Rope for the hope of the chosen ones

And I float like the smoke on the holder's gun

And I pose, make a toast for the frozen ones

[Hook]

[Bridge 2]

You know that we blow that

This flow track's a throwback

My mind tries to slow that

But time tries to show that

...It ain't nothing to me

(X2)