[Intro]

Everybody getting high this my type of-

[Verse]

Everybody getting high this my type of party

Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher than Bob Marley

A nigga try to sneak in my crib I got barbwire

Scammed a white actor who played a voice on Bob's Burgers

Bunch a niggas try to come and rob me caught 5 murders

Posting pictures on my juug page and caught 5 sales

I see you in the club with your boys, where the females?

I think this nigga Gucci sweater fake, where the details?

Off-brand designer sweater on, where the G at?

Came to your city now I'm asking where the weed at?

The police took my last one I need to buy a new Mac

Had sex with your bitch she went to the doctor to get a new back

(Like that bitch... fuckin'... broke her shit)

You showing me some methods but I already used those

He showed me some bins but I already had them

Screaming R.I.P his brother but I already killed him

I like when that bitch give me head she got a long tongue

Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery

I got a light skin bitch she look like the real [?]

Got drunk yesterday so now my gun missing

How you miss that bullet? Go to the gun range

Blowing on exotic I like to call this propane

Smacked my lil' brother cuz he smoking cocaine

Moncler jacket this bitch white as cocaine

Met this bitch and told her I don't got no name

He don't wanna die he need to stay in his lane

Fucked a nigga bitch and she said he's lame

(That nigga lame as hell)

Play it from the top!

I'm riding in the car playing Roddy Ricch, The Box

Fucked this nigga bitch then I put her in the box

AR-15 it'll leave you in the... (Like I put that bitch in the box)

One more time, they let me out of jail but I did one more crime

If you ain't got the money don't give me the run-a-round

Made him get scared with my strap and made him run around

They say I went mainstream I'm still underground

But that's only because I could rap with other styles

I always had drip I don't never need no stylist

And I never had to stress cuz I know the money piling

Forged signature they can tell by my handwriting

I think he a girl he got good handwriting

Throwing money in the club this shit got my hand tired

I'm writing a new verse this shit got my hand on fire

Got in to it with my mans cuz I found out he's a liar

(Like that nigga's a liar that nigga is cappin')

Since you wanna be famous I'mma put you on a flyer

Cook a nigga ass put him in a deep frier

(Cook that nigga cook the shit out his ass)

Scammer go legit this shit really undecided

I'mma still call my brother if we ever get divided

I'm bout to drop a whole mixtape with Undefined!

And I'mma scam a nigga from the price is right

I could sell you a method if the price is right!

My brother called with a BoA it made my night!

So I'm 'bout to drop the check and stay up all tonight!

(Like I'm 'bout to stay up all night... alright keep that!)

[Outro]

They thought that I was bout to end the song but I came back

Yo bitch said she was bout to leave then she came back!

Then I killed and tied her body up and left it on the train tracks

I'm smoking on some fire ass weed called Trainwreck

Lot of niggas fucking up this shit bring the game back

Snatched his jewelry at the show he was screaming "Bring my chain back!"