Tongue itchin and palms itchin and
Whip black , in is tan , b*tch bad and her fran is a fan
Blowin like a fan and I'm cooler than a jeweler shoutout to my cooler
Sippin on this purple , like the brother of cooler
All I know get money , since the size of ruler
Try finesse you ain’t slick , word to rick I'm ruder than a b*tch getting hit on at a Hooters , on these beats
I make hits plus a n*gga got some shooters in these streets pullin triggers like a yeet or a yuga I meant yaga sonning n*ggas wit no father in the kitchen Betty Crocker , I'm so high you need binoculars can’t see eyes behind these gafas , if you lie I cannot trust ya , gas so strong smell witout nostras
*sniffs*
If you flex lil n*ggas rob ya
Try to pass me reggo Imma pass
All I know is find a bag
Pull up , pull off wit yo hoe , got you lookin sad
Imma pull out for I put her out , ain't tryna be dad
Or her man
Kinda mannish Imma go and f*ck her fran
Smoking on this gas and looking like I popped 10 f*cking xans
Poppin all these tags and lookin like a f*ckin mannequin
Came up from the bottom , and I ain't tryna do that again
Took my lady shopping just cuz I had time and racks to spend
I'm just saying , bad lil b*tch skin matches hair on super saiyans
100 grand , what I keep it , shame that n*ggas not the same
Thotty brain , left a n*gga tweakin , neck was off the chain
Tongue itchin , palms itchin , dawgs wit me , gar splittin , mars hittin , bars written by fresh
Aka the best
Admit it witcha chest
I don't really feel like rappin no more , these n*ggas deal shouldn't feel cappin no more , rap kinda fast but I sip kinda slow , leaving when the beat drop and it's time 4/4
I dont really feel like cappin no more , these n*ggas really shouldn't be rappin no more , roll up kinda fast, blunt burn hella slow , watch told me it’s my time said I’m already knowin