[Chorus]
Dog shit in my pocket, I just act cheap
The tag say Purple, but I'm drippin' down in black jeans
I know this ho is sloppy on my dick, but she act neat
I'm finna crack this ugly, smart bitch 'cause it's tax season
[Interlude]
(I am way too ascended)
(You're flying high with the best)
(Nigga, square up, you are tuned in to Ascension FM)
[Verse 1]
Bad hoes wanna fuck on the kid 'cause I'm lookin' like McLovin
Brand new Glock, the fifth generation, cook you like a oven
Walk down and face shot, bitch, I'm tryna tap his nugget
And I told coach to put me in, he watched me post up in that paint
He shot a dirty look, I bet this Glock rearrange his face
And I got Sean O'Malley hands, watch me T up in that cage
Auntie tired of all this cookin', bitch, I'm tryna get my pape'
I got—
[Chorus]
Dog shit in my pocket, I just act cheap
The tag say Purple, but I'm drippin' down in black jeans
I know this ho is sloppy on my dick, but she act neat
I'm finna crack this ugly, smart bitch 'cause it's tax season
[Verse 2]
Ayy, lil' bro, don't open up that bag 'cause that pack reekin'
Robbed his ass and told him, "Get it back," bitch, it's that season
I hit the road, and drop a roll, then come back even
Why my bitch let me clip the wire on her car brakes?
I fell in love with big booty bitches that got the heart shape
What I got inside this magazine could make your car shake
He postin' he got Percs and hella cash, but it's all fake
My life insured by this Glock like it's Allstate
A&R been bussin' on my phone, lemme call back
Skinny bitch tried shakin' ass on me, but it's all back
Bitch, I got Shaquille O'Neal money, I got tall racks
I really thought ten mill' was gon' make him flip, but he fell flat
I thought his team was pushin' up, but he fell back
I fucked his bitch while he dropped the blunt, I know he felt that
I know when you gon' send your project in, they gon' say, "Shelf that"
ARP a ghost, I don't gotta worry 'bout the shell catch
If I go down bad, I'ma make my bitch sell cat
If the white ain't workin' out, then I might sell crack
Shit, if the weed ain't workin' out, then I might smoke Blacks
And why he think he 4PF for sure? He four pockets flat
Wallahi, I might fuck this ho raw 'cause her pussy good
"My big bro'll beat your bro ass," like, I wish he would
Where your cousin at?
Label got me in the hills, I hit my money laugh
I done ran a circle 'round your team, I'm on my hundredth lap
The next time I link up with the Jews, bitch, it's a hunnid racks
How I'm gon' carry that?
Big Glock on me, you actin' scary with your lackin' ass
Take a step up out that closet with your faggot ass
Can't even take my brother out in public with his ratchet ass
If he slid instead of cryin', he could've had it back
Matte black whip bad as hell, the inside peanut butter
I might slide solo on this skit, bitch, I don't need no other
Walk down with a mask and a machete, I don't need no cutter
Five hunnid for a feature, I need cash in a hunnid fives
Young ho put her trust in me, I told a hunnid lies
This shit GTA 5, I got a hunnid fires
And I want all the smoke, it could get deep, I got a hunnid ties
Wicked, I just took a line off a brick
I don't even know this bitch, she took a line off my dick
Brodie full body, geared up, and ridin' with that shit
Bitch said she want my kids, leave her cryin' on the curb
I got, no patience for a bitch that's on my nerves
She got glasses on just to suck my dick, this bitch a nerd
I got, hella cash, and as a man, I got my word
We'll punch your bro out and leave him lyin' in the dirt, God