[Verse 1]
Damn right I got it, damn right I got it
Racks up in my pocket, got so much green it's like I'm snotty
sh*tting on n*ggas, gotta potty, this trigger on this 30, imma pop it
Kill yourself lil' n*gga like Kurt Cobain and his shotty
My swag so vibrant, your b*tch say she want it
She asked if I had that rubber, I said, "damn right I got it"
Honey Cocaine, I'd bang her, Twatching 'cause I'm a stranger
I'll smash it, I'll bash it, home run, Texas Ranger
Word Play is too raw, no T-Raww like Tyga
I keep that 9, I call it my lighter, spit my lyrics, I'll set you on fire
Imma unsigned artist, I draw guns like an artist
I'm A1, I'm the smartest
Nah, your b*tch give me brain now she's the smartest
Black ass n*gga your a ninja, putting up my middle finger
Eating that pus*y like Zingers, I don't pull muscles I pull triggers
Word Play is so raunchy, I can turn the mall into a block party
They b*tches be so naughty, yeah, they government name is probably Bonnie
And Clyde, b*tch open your eyes
Eating these clown ass rappers, McDonald's fries
I'm in a f*cking new era and I ain't talking about this snapback
This b*tch so dirty sucked all the balls out my sack
[Chorus]
f*ck n*gga, get ya bands up
f*ck n*gga, get ya bands up
f*ck n*gga, get ya bands up
We getting money, we trust up
It's a stick up, get your hands up
It's a stick up, get your hands up
It's a stick up, get your hands up
I'm getting money, I'm turnt up
[Verse 2]
Dark n*gga but my b*tch light, on that Curren$y sh*t, that Jet Life
b*tches that's fake as my ID that's that sh*t that I don't like
I ain't tryna cuff, I just wanna f*ck
n*ggas be stuttering l-l-like Daffy Duck
Black circle on this ice, that's hockey puck
You ran out of bullets, you sh*t out of luck
So much pus*y, I got a kitty litter
That loud be smelling like kitty litter
We'll throw you out the window, we litter
I'll f*ck your b*tch and your sister
Your b*tch be calling me mister
Come through your hood like twister
Pop the trunk and pull out guns about the size of Hitler
The Holocaust ain't got sh*t on what I'm 'bout to do to your crew
I wish this n*gga could, choo-choo
I killed this beat, now what you gon do
And I'm out, and I ate all the food in your house
Red Phillies snapback and you know what I'm 'bout b*tch!