Like Triple H

KrispyLife, ****

Man

I'm a boss, I'm far from a scrub

Two shots went off, I just heard— I know I hit a lung

Lamb chops, lobster when I'm eatin' when I'm in the club

10K for a walkthrough, for a show, I'ma need a dub

My **** caught an L, he never'd see grass again

My bitch don't trust me 'round her auntie, I fucked half her friends

I keep this dick in her family, I hit half her kids

Word got around, hold on, this mic matters, and she tapped in

She on her period, so I told her take that pad off

I'ma quick fuck her, don't even trip, I ain't gon' last long

Almost passed out hittin' the dog with no mask on

I'm really in that bag, bitch, I don't make bad songs

My **** whipped that shit so much, he caught carpal tunnel

I got a CPL, I swear to God it's gon' be hard to tussle

My bitch bad and she mean, it's gon' be hard to fuck her

I caught her sayin' thank you to a **** and now it's hard to trust her

Bust a chick I'm sayin' words, "Ooh, E, I"

I can run it up off the rap if them fiends stop

Hit a **** above his hairline, make his dreams stop

You ain't never sipped a deuce in a green pop

Mmm

Yeah, yeah

I'm finna go back in, like this

Ayy