[Intro]

You gotta understand, I do this boa

Aye, is that Foreign?

[Verse]

I ain’t ever understand

All that slick talk that be over over under hand

In that mode doing the dougie man

It’s been a Long ass drought but we over over up in bands

When that shit drop, it ain’t no pit stops

This shit right here really hip hop

Shoot for the stars and miss his top

But got a top shoter that don’t hop scotch

Duck tape a dancin nigga, fit tight like a wrist watch these pure shots

Not a theme song, but a sing along cause it damn sure don’t tik tok

Keep the Rollie clean when I get one

Cause the mud dirty, really trench dirties

Where ya from not where I’m from

I can migrate like a hot gun

Born a don, niggas not one

Pardon me this here is a hot one

All the lil guys playing small fry

When the heights high, everybody nice guys

Niggas pint size, a buck 50 in hemi, naw v6, did plenty

3 zeros on em, ain’t even worth 50

Too many 3s like Curry, naw dawg empty

Man this nigga drawn and it ain’t Philly

Still feel me like Jadakiss right near me

Ain’t worried bout none of these hoooooes, gotta be these guys biggest insecurity

B4B, bar for bar, keep it rap, T can’t afford a scar

They already rolling deep how many clowns we gone see really board the car?

Truly I was sleep, but I’m woke for a lotta things

Mount it up got a lotta rings, dnd when I hit the scene

Rolling dice and he crappin out, know we need everything

And I been here, shit I been around, shadows shaking grounds

We don’t make sound, get zipped like a whole pound

Coming out strong, corner stone, my soul found

[Outro: Johnny and Dame]

You’re the only duck in my pound!

Get down on your knees and tell me you love me

Baby, I’m over the moon for ya!

Ya gotta do better than that!

If my love was the ocean

Lindy'd have to take two airplanes to get across it

I’m gonna give ya to the count of three

To get your lousy, lying, lowdown, four-flushing carcass out my door!

One!

Two!

(Shots fired)