I get up

With a switchblade under my tongue

Another swisher in my fist, scathed half of my lung

You official? i ain't even had none of you rung

I'm camu in camo comma kamikaze commentators on tate can hop off my motherfucking jock get a job

Upper echelon

I mean, what else you want?

Know niggas be dreading me like workin at the salon

Bitches sweating me like wantin to meet sarob

Blogs be hittin up like wantin a single out

I'm at my papa's house, thinking I'm running out like

You think you smokin? earn your toke n

Ain't no prize when you're the token

I hope your license worth the hoping

Back in high school couldn't work the stroking

Six four foot no forfeit distorted

Stroll the sordid swung the sword and

Swore that i'd sort it

At some point

Got drum kits + kit-kats i flip birds, i flip stacks

Know y'all heard my syntax, i toe-tag, no tic-tac but I mint to show y'all young rob a genius

Flow got em chili nigga jalapeños

Make em turn they heads like you hollered penis

Easy on some olu, you wish y'all could be this

I came through like what the fuck

Giant in the sack, baby, justin tuck you in

Niggas thinking if they said my music sucked, you win

Niggas thanking like i'm bout to bring you fuckers in

I'm 6'4" but i shrink sometimes