Big up to AP

Tryna get a 5 on the AP

250 with the AP

Hit it from the back, call it AP

Why you actin like a baby

Are you coming or not, no maybe

Whippin a Mercedes

Throwing junk like 5, AC

Whenever ya ready to come through

Be ready to pick up the shit that you threw

I don’t gotta watch my back, I got my Sad Boi Crew

You might feel numb if we hit the 1-2

If you tryna figure it out like Blue’s Clues

You might wanna dash with your running shoes

We figured it out scientific breakthrough

It's been this way for a minute, where’ve you been

We figured it out way back when

Back when alive was Steve Irwin

Now all we do is take the win

Fire up a Vine compilation

Anything to take the mind off the sin

Coming 2018 we basically akin

We boolin out here ass lookin like wise men

I curved like Lena

I’ve been thinking about it, Athena

Money talks, gasolina

Now I’m laughing just like a hyena

Shawty time to check the mileage

That shit on you, I’m a savage

Get out my way issa ravage

I do my shit and then I vanish

Don’t worry about your flock

If you wanna be alone I’m always down to talk

Don’t make a quick move, that’s a balk

If you still gonna mess with me, imma walk

I thought I was only gonna spit a line

But like Miami coach, O-Line

Or APUSH, line after line

I’m running outta time

Bitch

Nose down just like a dog

I see a snack, I call it pawg

OG clocks, analog

Slim Lean on this monologue

Never jump ship, like a frog

Always browsing I’m in a catalog

Cookin up calc, solve the log

Vision getting cloudy and I gotta defog

If you ain’t a pussy why you out of bounds

Keep running and you might get to meet the rounds

Sometimes life is a battleground

Pull up at the trap and it looks like a fairground

Stub a toe, shout bumbaclot

Don’t pull up hard like you done got shot

We here flexin with clothes that we bought

Don’t be a pussy just shoot your shot

Headass thinking feels like an onslaught

Imma hit your mans a fat moonshot

I’m goin so fast won’t check a blind spot

Just tell me, I can take it, call me Dr. Dreadnought

I’m feelin just like Musa

I’m on my way to Mecca

They call me the yung flexa

Cause all I do is extra

We holed up like zareba

We makin bills like DECA

Eatin good at Azteca

I’m an ace like Arrieta

Strapped up with a beretta

Don’t fuck with the Cabela

Catch me deep, in Tribeca

You know who’s the trifecta