Swag so stupid like a suicide boomer

Gun to ya head like you ran up on Obama

Stay home Lil nigga cuz you don't want no drama

Ak shells have ya crying to ya mama

And you can call me crazy just call me Asama

Cuz after im done with ya girl i move on to her mama

Smack you with this nine bruh

Pistol whip ya bitch make her get altimeters

And i never was an actor but my life full of drama

But still ill fuck ya baby's mama

I just got to remind ya

Ya life is about to become a honorer movie so dont look behind ya

BANG

I said don't like be hind ya

And when ya girl with me she speak in different laughs like Italians

And i eat all you rappers up like lasagna or papaya

Disrepect me and ya hole family get retired ya fired

All my niggas pull up in the whip and firer it my turn time to create my new empire