I'm staying hotter than a b*tch in this mother f*cker
Ayy
You know?
Ayy
You know?
Ayy, ayy
But you know
That I'm the master the chemicals
Dashin' the mixin' bowl
Got money in my DNA
I got dollar chromosomes
You think that b*tch was CIA
All the sh*t she wanna know
The pocket rocket keep me safe
I go where I wanna go
I'm boolin' in the alleyway
Baggin' up a hundred O's
My homie told the trumpet case and I can make 'em blow an O
I could make you vamanos
Doctor told me take it slow
I be poppin' pills and poppin' cills and smokin' proper dope
I be on a lotta hoes
Lotta b*tches tryna score
You would think it was olympics
b*tch is tryna go for gold
Huntin' for a model ho
Imma play the proper role
Get her comfortable then I'm dispatch her to my homie though
These b*tches spazzing over rapping quotes
n*ggas see me, plottin' robbery
I hope they try it though
I be with gorillas them vanilla n*ggas gotta go
You be with pretenders all your n*ggas playing comic roles
Broski hold the chopper he ain't pop it we can rock and roll
Y'all be in the crib, on the net, scorin' soccer goals
All my b*tches thin the only big sh*t's my pocket rolls
I'm just tryna eat with my team, and let them commas grow