Supreme on the beat
Got flick (aaahhhhhh shit)
Shit, man
Fuck
Alright
Got flick with an AR pistol in a 5−7
3.5 in a backwood, got my eyes heavy
Watch a nigga die, bleed out in the streets, you might let me
Need a bag, don’t weigh shit, not heavy
I don’t want a foreign car, I want a box chevy
Livin life on the edge, I finna watch
I made you beat yo ass
Yeah the buzz kinda purple, but it’s not cherry
Flawless grill, I left coins in mine too, but I’m not fairy
Puttin' it on a billboard somebody Time Square
I’ll pay the ticket if it is
Well I’m not petty
Died in the middl of the hood, you was not ready
First time I seen a dad body it was not scary
Funny on the flow, I clean up like the house messy
Bitch, I grew up you can not
We got on outfit, that was not your shit
Stuck 10 bands in 10 pockets, this a cargo
Hit around the water through my Polo drawers on my Marco shit
Lookin' more like Marco Polo
Seen an op ridin' through the hood Imma park your shit
Comment on all my pick, I’m finna heart your shit
Hit him up close, big flame, I’m finna spark that shit
Well you got that broke down car, can’t even start that shit
You ain’t always an airbender, but y’all make wind
I’ll put you nigga in a store, make him break wind
Best friend died poppin' percs, why you take 10
How the hell am I always takin' L’s, well I can’t win