[Intro]

Good Morning

(Woo)

[Verse 1]

I had to make me a hit for myself

I'm at the range and I'm shooting them belt-feds

Mo'fuckas they act like they get it, but they ain't get it

They been put on the shelf, yea

Talk like they- talk like they get it, but know them mo'fuckas tell on themselves, yea

I cannot tell on myself, yet

(Kemo)

[Verse 2]

And it's all hypothetical

I heard the Range Rove switch gears, pulling up with the reticle

Ain't paintball, heard the boy gonna cry tears

'Cause anything that the metal on me can't solve

Got a- got an extension on me right here, huh

I'ma have to let that thing off

We're gon' have to get stupid and get reckless

I'm gon' have to get the new bitch a new neckless

I'm gon have to get loose like I'm goose-neckin'

Fakes comin' in the two's like a two steppin'

Two-faced with the truth, they don't do steppin'

Troops got a new weapon

Acog, red dot, blue yellow

Amarillo, azul better

[Verse 3]

Haha, haha, aha, aha, aha

Num don't need features

When I was fat, I was rizzing my teachers

Matter fact, a boy been hard since the bleachers

Skipped school, so I smoke it up

Ain't nobody ever get it till I rolled it up

And they wanna act cool when they knowin' us

Next thing, he acting like a fool when he throwing up, hm

Goons gon' pull up now to fool with us

I'm making money till I'm coolin' up

Matter fact, I'm out in TN, boolin up

Had a bad bitch with me, now I'm coolin' off

Hah, like her septum, it's pooling now

She got the painted toenails with a boombox butt

I need a big bag with the big ol' bucks

And ain't nobody get it better than the one who does it

And that's me, bitch

Said she want dick, It ain't free, I can't complete

Way I been running my field I need cleats, bitch

Lexus with the leather seats

I bet them label execs wanna see this

Damn that white boy he can eat, eat, eat

I put that bleach on my forces and teeth

I cannot sleep, sleep, sleep

Million threads, I'm out counting that sheep, bitch