[Intro]

Yeah

BigSan did it again

[Verse]

And we call em mordecai cause everything he doin regular

Just burnt the new cash app method onna cellular

Zoomin onna freeway off tha exit yeah that’s a fast car

Shining so bright from far away blurry like a star

Hittin buttons in this foreign skirtin off like it’s nascar

How yu really hatin on me man that shit really so bizarre

Got lotta weight from this chain on my chest

But I ain’t bench pressin

See you in town out of whip yeah we get to pressin

Pull out a paper and pen if you get to testin

Got two hoes on my waist yeah they smith n wesson

Smacked you in the mouth talkin tough teachin you inna lesson

Gеtting so pissed off wocky like I’m benson

Pipе ah bitch order her a Uber yeah it’s a one and done

Prayin on my downfall shit I only just begun

Gang pull up on bro yeah yeah now he gotta run

Tech foul on the play slam dunk and one

If there’s beef imma chew it up like some peppered jerky

Sasquatchin off the Jack links flyer than a turkey

Dreams of bein on the top got me reaching in

Like a candy bowl on Halloween I get to trickin

Butterfly doors on the Tesla this a monarch whip

223’s comin out tha semi auto hollow tips

Reach in the bag of chips then I hella dip

Think you gon outperform me huh yeah get a grip

Ice under my feet from the loubies get to slipping

Full Bape hoodie on yeah I get to zippin

Say you control da kick better get to grippin

Zaza in tha swisher sweet shit got me trippin

Tear his ass up like a piece of paper get to rippin

Bullet holes goin through yo leg now you get to limpin

Spicin up in the crock pot but it ain’t Betty

Step back fadeaway on tha court that shit wetty

Eminem type flow on tha beat moms spaghetti

Why you celebrating for man throw away confetti

Nightmare on elm street, slashin like I’m Freddy

Hang out tha window with a sniper yeah I’m ready steady

Fat racks in my jeans saggin blues weighin heavy

Me San Banom the trio perfecta, ed edd and eddy

Get yo ass smoke like some charcoal onna grill

In tha Stu for hours hell naw I ain’t gon chill

Iil hoe say she wanna eat my pickle, Issa dill

Sitting at the top so calmly king of the hill

Dropped the double cup on the floor now it gotta spill

You lookin so stupid poppin all these pills

Flexin so hard in tha booth like I’m Phil

Crack-a-lackin im so drippy yeah like a kraken

Money can’t fold in tha wallet so I get to stackin