I know the killers, the robbers riding with pocket rockets

Pull up on the block to retrieve the gwuap & then split the profit

I know the dealers that’s living swell off of nose candy

Hand to hand be transactions, fiends acting fine & dandy

I know the master of disguise on a robbery

Pulling up with a different image some rough shit

Dirty sweatpants, rolled up at the knee caps

Dirty white-t, dirty white sneaks, some bum shit

First class ticket to heaven, treat them like pelicans

& fly birdie, for lying to me makes you a jive turkey

I got ways to persuade your bitch to do you dirty

Head game crazy, the mind disturbing she 7.30

She know that Bobby a fly guy in a wide body

I look like a Puerto Rican Israel Kamakawiwoʻole

Tryna live great though, somewhere over the rainbow

When I get this cake though, the jakes gon try to surprise me

They think I’m in the streets, cause hood niggas never make it

On a legit tip, but stereotyping is hating

Plot thick like fruit drink, berry blast naked

Brag fly shit, my new bitch, very bad naked

(My new bitch, very bad naked)

Hotter than a kettle, I be burning it down

Yo this that hot shit, to vibe with

Hotter than a kettle, I be burning it down

Yo this that hot shit, to vibe with

Prefer to use description as hot shit to describe this

& the cure to the wack shit they rapping now I prescribe this

Life ain’t no cockpit, I don’t need a co-captain

Y’all acting, do a lot of chit chatting, no action

I’m macking, sipping coke cocktails, with the coaster napkins

Lighting Cuban smokes with matches, mack shit screwing hoes in batches

Visual in my mind is critical, it’s too sick for you

To picture thinking with a mind that’s bat shit a tad bit

Bate you into feeling this Misery, no Katherine

Keep it real like New Era hats is, but no capping

Fake shit is disgracing, I’m bout to start flipping

Like the project kids is, on the streets on a broke mattress

Rougher that a smoker’s hoarse voice, throat scratching

Rougher than a psychopathic pirate boat’s captain

Product of the environment I was rising in

I grew up like a plant in the ghetto garden’s of Andrew Jackson

(My new bitch, very bad naked)

Hotter than a kettle, I be burning it down

Yo this that hot shit, to vibe with