Zips at 150 like it's Ten to Two

You can get a deal if you tryna bring a friend on through

Make sure your vouchin' him, I don't wanna have to get to slouchin' him Bredrin in the background, askin' can we Lowe the ting

I'm too ill, where's the doctor

Back then, two blades up like a helicopter

I'm still gettin' calls, askin' can I get 'em any copper

Booty lookin' like it's on a shelf, can I cop her

Lickin' out Z's, I got crust in my eyes

Before I trust a bitch, I put trust in the guys

If it's beef, couldn't name Five Guys that would crash for me

Even if I could, we don't say names, naturally

Any chick I hit always seem to get possessive of me

Still on bail for a cheffer kept the wetter on me

Better get up out the kitchen, you can't handle the heat

I'm too cool with it, watch the way I handle this beat

And don't compare me to these rappers with their dead flow

You must've lost your mind like Memento

Rap better when I'm high, run it more when rock and hard place, but I just miss Nova

Still up on the pitch, you can shout me for the midfields

Can't predict me like the intro to Springfield

Some **** ran me down, man, I think they had an ill-will

Ran out on my samurai like I'm tryna kill Bill

PTSD when I hear sliding doors

Executive release, I think they want me riding more

Jump back up in the weed game, like it can't be dead

Think I'm too old to be hittin' all them party heads

Still throw snow in the Pyrex

These days, tracking apps, tryna find the directs

I need a clean sweep

Whilst you was in some pussy, I was on the curbs, knees deep

Landed in my local, I went Beirut

Said it and I did it, know that everything I say is true

Get your cash right, act right and smell good

Me, I'm smelling like the pack on me, I think I better cut

I can make a chick with tan lines, throw up gang signs

But I'm more mature than that, my NOMIS said I'm gang-tied

Money moving off keys, moving so off-key

Told me if you do it, then you gotta do it properly

Yo, I need me some properties

House in the hills with a farm and a gun range

Someone on standby that could put you on the front page

Church on a Sunday, no more praying for the good days