[Verse]

Passion for wrapping the rubber bands around the money

Won’t touch her that a bitch is a bungee

I got picked a pack of that purple punch it

Really pack one won’t pull on it if it ain’t pungent

Buss through her walls

Got her screaming oh yea

She stay running away when she tell me she coming

A play for the stash and she tell me she coming

I get the bag, get her cut, get the cuddy

This shit won’t magic it ain’t happen suddenly

Smoke clouds on the days fill with rain they won’t sun me

I rolled the dice and it made me a monster

Then he started beasting the game like Jumanji

Mad house like asylum strapped up like a dummy

I sprouted the the product from out where it’s muddy

The shine on the jury , shit bang like I’m judging

I like my whip like su young push the button

I ain’t let up since they bodied my cousin

Hoe I’m not ya kin, not ya pal, not ya buddy

Won’t let em touch me temper too touchy

Im out the window

With the house like a shutter

Don’t wanna fuck just the head cause I’m stubborn

Stay prayed up ain’t phased by the phrases the utter

I got some shooters who really do it

Spin the block in a box with Roddy like mustard

Caught me slipping up once that damaged my trust

Never again won’t get played like a sucka

I ain’t a killer don’t mean I won’t buss it

Know where to find me you really won't pluck me

Labels want me to sign I don’t need em for nothing

Reality tv want me in they budget

Hope you don’t think I’m distracted by muggin

Bitch I’ma beast show my teeth with no muzzle

Blues in my pockets receipts from my hustle

Scars on my body receipts from the struggles

Wow, Truth

Had a few cut circle tight like huddle

Play outta bounds catch a bullet

Pow, juice

Too fly I need me a landing pad

In the spot with the blue just like I’m handicapped

Loot

Count up the bands imma bandit

Know these niggas can’t stand it

This shit automatic

[Chorus]

All that ass up on a baddie

She got the mental the match

That shit automatic

Too gone off the drink for a manual

I need a focus in traffic

The whip automatic

On tracks just excuse all my manners

Every beat I be snapping

This shit automatic

Need me a flooded out Patek, water

No water bed I had flood up the mattress

[Chorus]

All that ass up on a baddie

She got the mental the match

That shit automatic

Too gone off the drink for a manual

I need a focus in traffic

The whip automatic

On tracks just excuse all my manners

Every beat I be spazzing

This shit automatic

Need me a flooded out Patek, water

No water bed I had flood up the mattress