[VERSE 1]

I shoot the clip like i’m scotty

I’m pippen

That jit say he bout it he got it

He kiddin

My pocket so stank cuz this gas cost a million

Like bitch I’m da baby done me me a billion

That lil nigga fakin mistaken a jit

Got plenty of problems

Buh Pussy ain’t it

Imma snap me a cracka I’m callin him ritz

He sweet like sum cake n he soft like a bitch

My nuts hurt when she suck on the tip

N my blunt burns when I flic in the bic

1 in the head I got more in the clip

I shot out 30 he thought it was it

Red dot don’t get popped like a zit

Mask on when we hittin a lick

When my glokk keep bussin

Yo soul won’t exist

All yo dead homies all restin in piss

All of y’all niggas is shit

Lil bitch

Dis choppa got cooling kit

It’s lit

Pop at his legs lil jit

Don’t trip

Empty thе block

Won't miss

No no

I put some holes in his bricks

Oh woah

I put sum holes in his fit

Oh no

All of y’all makin mе sick wit this bitchin

I hope y’all addict to nic

Fasho

[VERSE 2]

Dis shit habitual

The way i’m merkin individuals

I sacrifice yo life for rituals

My damage critical

And the way i pack-a-punch

My gun yo choppa lookin pitiful

Y’all raps be sweet like lemonade

But they ain’t even lyrical

Raid yo house like go go go

Ain’t talkin renegade

My ese movin slow off that smoke

He blowin lemon haze

My dogs ain’t throw 4’s

They ain’t folk

Buh they finna fade

Rocks for dat cheese at the door

My niggas gettin paid

Got niggas movin flak onna road

Yeah dey road run

All my niggas lovin pokin doors

Yeah dey know fun

Y’all got cold guns

Y’all don’t shoot

Y’all niggas hold guns

Y’all just sell gas

Y’all ain’t bout shit

Y’all ain’t got no funds

Cut the lights off

Chop his head n hit the vent

I had to get the pipe off

Can’t leave no evidence

Take his soul right out his body

Yeah dat nigga heaven sent

I’m da president

Wait

Why dat nigga actin weird

He bein hesitant