Intro (feat. Young Stunna)

(Yeah, you know Talal in this shit)

Remember days sellin' bags out the white Honda

Tryna trap legit so I could eat at Benihana's

Flip the scale up with the beat, call it "anaconda"

Saw my opp's mad as fuck, slapped him with a condom

Poured some 'xotic in a cup, woke up in Rwanda

Met this cute white bitch, think her name was Ronda

Fucked her in the Benz, now she say she got trauma

All these 'Malis broke as fuck, waitin' on Obama

I got two twin Glocks and a Gucci shirt

Finna tap the trigger twice, make his head burst

T just smoked half a zip, homie died of thirst

Another opp had a seizure, throw him in a hearse

Came a long way from rappin' 'bout Donny T.

Then it was dissin' on Starr, but may he rest in peace

I'm really 'bout this rap shit, 'cause I'm a different breed

Just linked up with Sush', flipped half a P'

Cous met me at the stu, he brought a small tree

They caught yo' ass with a brick, that shit in HD

Fiend thought he bought some cookie, but it was LSD

Fucked the bag up and turned that shit to a casualty

Joe just pulled up with some Percs, so I took seven

Took your bitch out on a date, she woke up in heaven

If the feds catch me, just know it's from the shit we sellin'

D just poured a 6 in some milk, it look so repellin'

Pull up kickin' shit, no Karate Kid

Hangin' out the window, but, we not makin' vids

Sparked his friends, got me dizzy, think I need some meds

I just told a small story, but it was nothin' said

Had to hit a swerve on Moose, told him, "tap in"

How you try to make a song, but that shit mid?

And I ain't snitchin' on my bros or the shit I did

Heard the feds tappin' in, said, "we just kids"

Told cous to hit a swerve, so I mowed his lawn

Sully pulled up to the spot, but he rubbed me wrong

Loaded up the ****, now brodie's gone

Think I was trippin', but I hit his ass with a bong

Just hit up Ri', you know he pour me some

Got this thing that I ain't get to hit, 'cause I'm so dumb

You get it? I'm stupid

Mixin' Peter with the Faygo Twist, shit had me lucid

Talkin' spicy on these beats, call me Ronald Reagan

Picked the blick up and popped cous for tryna sell me season

Told my therapist I wanna rob her, I don't know the reason

Just popped a Perc' while sippin' lean in the Caribbean