[Verse 1: Demotus]
Watch how you talk to me
I keep that thing c*cked
With them shots to keep f*ck n*ggas off of me
Feds they been watching me
They see I'm up next, I'm a profit
You see in the prophecy
b*tch you a mockery
Your life is a mockery
Probably living in poverty
There ain't no stopping me
That sh*t is impossible
There ain't no killing me possibly
Don't give a f*ck
I'm rolling sh*t up in the back
Got my pack counting racks
And that kush got me stuck
I'm living my life, don't f*ck with the price
Just drown me in ice
We came from the bottom
So you know I gotta get right
Yo b*tch want the pipe
I do not look twice
I already got me a wife
I'm off them tablets so it got me tripping
I got 20 fifties in my pockets sitting
With that pocket rocket
If I gotta pop it then I aim them shots
At all my opposition
n*ggas talking sh*t, get up off my di*k
Because I started popping with no pot to p*ss in
n*ggas talking sh*t, get up off my di*k
Because I started popping with no pot to p*ss in
[Verse 2: Demotus]
Watch how you talk to me
Watch how you talk to me n*gga
Making money like monopoly
Now yo b*tch really wanna get on top of me n*gga
But I don't f*ck with all these groupie b*tches
Tryna merk a fed and then just shoot the witness
If it ain't bout that then Ima turn my back
And Ima keep it moving cause it ain't my buisness
I just elevate while I meditate
So I can see these n*ggas who been hella fake
I don't f*ck with snakes so I separate
And watch all the money that I generate
I'm just smoking up on all that potent stuff
While all you bassers still suck on porks
Young n*gga ya I came up from the porch
Selling drugs in the south but I got it from the north
Obi Wan Kenobi with the motherf*cking force
Remember I was young when my brothers still in force
Now I'm in this b*tch chilling at the dam shores
Pulling out the airport in a motherf*cking Porsche
Aye, pull up in this b*tch with my wrist on fleek
Life is just a b*tch tell a b*tch don't speak
Say you getting money but yo clique don't eat
Tryna smuggle through the trash
Tryna get yo piece
Motherf*cker
n*gga just admit it
Told my dam momma we gon' make it in a minute
Make her go get it
Know that Ima get it
Get up off my di*k I don't really need a critic n*gga
[Verse 3: Big Bink]
Give me a reason to really cease demons
They scheming and fiending
And planning to devour you from your [?]
After this meeting yo b*tch I be beating
This bed no repeating I leave her in semen
Listen my n*gga you never been dreaming
Listen my n*gga can't f*ck with my teaming
All of my n*ggas all mathematicians
Parenthesizing what we bout to do is too exclusive
Capitalize on pus*y n*ggas equals this illusion
Divided for the profit make additions to the movement
Subtracting you pus*y hoes tryna get some new sh*t
Inhale exhale ridiculous smell your kissing your tail
But [?]
And I'm not talking bout pasta
Blazing more trees than a Rasta
Bad b*tches all on my roster
Take em all back to mi casa
I rule my kingdom like Mufasa
Call up my partner
Catch yo ass without them [?]
Tell on my n*gga just holler
All about that guala yala