[Verse 1]

Lemme go from the top, I don't want box, i’m Ghost like LOX

Got work in my sock, he need White, it's fake like FOX

Bitch I feel like EBK, ridin round with a 50, playing Young Joc

I got a SCAR like Tina Fey, give him a scar when this 30 Rock

[Hook]

I been locked in all day, fuckin trappin from like 8 to 6

We came from juggin off percs and lean, that's them 8s not Bricks

I used to post til sun down, by the hill, chain on Trix

You ain’t gon slide, you learned murder from that Rainbow Six

I know some hoes who stay with the X, like they Betty Shabazz

I told that bitch won't give her sex, less I get money and cash

My white bitch think i'm from the Rex, she keep calling mе NAV

I don't eat meat, but your bitch do, I got turkey bags

[Verse 2]

Not in a linе, but I get paid to stand

Up in the trap all day, 9 AM, i'm up eating Flan

Glizzy don't jam, sticks like a band, I think my choppa trans

Tits and a dick on it, I never had love up in my plans

Make him dance like Rich Homie, In a BMW got bands on me

No Franklin, got shells on me

Make a bitch roll off, like Ls on me, I dub the hoe fasho

She wanna fuck again, but she need consent, I say “no, no, no”

Brand new Hummer with the doors off, make him wet, make him row his boat

As for sticks, he ain't got nun

We gon jugg him, I stay with some white girl, just like Mod Sun

He keep praying for mercy, we gon send him right to God's Son

Triple cross him, and he died young

His mama like: “my baby was an athlete, how the fuck did he die young?”

He said he slid, he just drove, why the fuck he ain’t fire?

I could smell that road right now, Spenny come thru, custom tires

My youngin off pills, did 3 hits in a night like Mark McGwire

I’m duckin blue and red, i'm trappin trees, I feel like Ziaire

Williams, I can’t feel him if he express solidarity with them rats

Learned about blue hundreds early so i'll break a blood pact

And i'm not Dr. Miami, but bitch, where the juggs at?

Krish

[Hook]

I been locked in all day, fuckin trappin from like 8 to 6

We came from juggin off percs and lean, that's them 8s not Bricks

I used to post til sun down, by the hill, chain on Trix

You ain’t gon slide, you learned murder from that Rainbow Six

I know some hoes who stay with the X, like they Betty Shabazz

I told that bitch won't give her sex, less I get money and cash

My white bitch think i'm from the Rex, she keep calling me NAV

I don't eat meat, but your bitch do, I got turkey bags

[Verse 3]

I don't eat meat, but your bitch do, but I curved the bitch

We out in traffic, duckin sheriffs, we still servin shit

Treat the foreign like a unicycle, got it swerving, bitch

Real game, made his wife leave him, Mike Cernovitch

I ain't even gotta rap, this shit hard, off BRRRs and shit

And my dick hard, off money counter, that FRRRR lil bitch

I don't even gotta trap, I ain't gotta cap, shoutout Distrokid

I might get a wig cause Ben Frank was my inspo, bitch

[Verse 4]

I got these hoes tryna suck dick

Ion even got no Trukfit

Show these bands and it's up, bitch

Pulled up in a 2 R like Jon Huntsmens

Y'all be sippin on glue, if I converse with yo bitch tell me what she gone do

Ain't even gotta show her the chop, if I show .380 she'll turn to a pool

No Hennessey, but this Brown get turnt, my 23s still trappin

My enemies really envy me, cause my Ben Franks really say what's crackin

30 round on this Brrrt, turn you to Jillian Michaels

We active, buss his skullati and show me his brain, so insightful

Flat Tummy Tea on the Glock, I got my opps shittin

Bro take the pot, dim it

Hit him in the head, he can't talk, Jason Witten

I got a line on the soft, I got a line on the hard, too

This Model X don't no gas, bitch, you woulda thought I hit R2

Like Vick, I kill his dog, Pit

Don't get on the cock and spit

Just grab you a Glock and Beyblade; rip

Make em take a truth serum and ask em who the best rapper, they say Krish (Krish)

Bro move the girl like Lilo, cause it come with the Blue like Stitch

We had your hoe in here eating meat, me? I don't even eat Fish!

Krish