I Catapult em up up high

Im tough tough guy

With rough rider mentality

Just tryna get buh buh by

Imagine being out your Fucking mind

As my enemies eat dirt before my eyes

I wonder why

I wonder why

Boot in your throat bitch

Come and fiddle with the folds bitch

Cut a scissor with the boat bitch

On me on me on me

On me on me on me

I keep my feats on feeds

I keep my feats on feeds

Keep my bat light lit like uh

X4

I don’t even like that style

I don’t even like this style

Mf you and your bile

Random mutt sense for the mile

Putt putt lil fucker

Tugging on a mug

Mugging moguls in a minute Imma trash this

Rate mass as the best on map bitch

Suckers lost clues sitting sleeping on a matress

Creep creeping on the masses

It’s all Sikk wit a little bit of drastic

I need time in alignment with past dids

Game tryna fuck she be flitting eyelashes

Who the fuck fitting in the chassis

So fast you can’t catch this

Produced my Sikk

This is me on my trap shit

King with the trap kits

That’s it

Classic

Pickle em all like vlasic

Every time I kill it off the top

Bewildered MFs with sauce

Imminent associative with the boss

This is procreation meets ovulation

Shitting on the game is my motivation

Stricken with the stains in the bones of basins

Metaphors for whatever you think

It’s like tryna tell an alcoholic what to drink

Game show hosts never thought to think

Blah blah blah get lost and jinxed

MF