Hook:

I be posted with demons, posted with the demons

All these backstabbers hatin on me for no reason

Yea they switched up on me just like the season

Seen him type the other day and he was freezin

Mk-47:

Freestylin in the whip

Yea Im tryna get that drip

Baguettes all on my wrist

Lemme give you a tip

If you wanna go and dip

Go ahead I ain't gon trip

My last bitch did that to me now I dont feel shit

Lemme be honest

Ima fuck it up yea I get it fuckin poppin

Lets switch the mood yea Im switchin up the topic

She ridin up and down on my fuckin rocket

She really want the dick but I ain’t gonna give it to her

She want me to go deep my dick long like a ruler

She in college she gon skip with me Ferris Bueller

Ice on my neck and my wrist like a jeweler

Yea

And she know Im tryna run the fuckin game

Hear it in my voice I talk that mothafuckin pain

Tryna get the money dont give fuck about the fame

Me and my bros take your girl run a mothafuckin train

G-Libra:

Young nigga chasin money cuz its all you know I wanted

Gotta keep movin nigga ain't no time for stallin

2 or 3 years til the nigga gon be ballin

Ain't no point in givin up I gotta go my hardest

Pardon me while I go and hit my target

Nigga Ima go the farthest

Dont even get me started

All you niggas think you better you look so retarded

And if Im being honest I know Ima get up on it

Smokin blunt after blunt countin rack after rack

Everything I spit heat yes thats a fact

If you dont like me then thats too bad

Give a fuck what you think bitch I ain’t mad

Me and my nigga we been rappin for a minute

Now its that time that we gotta go get it

Malachi the bro and you know he stay spittin

I know we gon make it with this shit that written

Yea, we gon be on top

Once we up there nigga know we won't drop

Diamond chain pinky ring with the gold watch

Blowin up droppin heat like molotov

Yea bitch, gettin big guap

Hit your bitch, dip quick like a pitstop

Rollin up with the gas got a big blunt

Now Im bout to light it up cuz my shit done