Just left Del-Park like 10 on a Wednesday

Green circles and views

I don't care what close friends say

Call me my real name, Kunta no Kinte

Fishing for quarters in couches

How much that white boy on friends make

Don't she wanna fuck with me? Is it cause I'm popular

Beady eyes in trees, night vision like binoculars

Eight arms poppin' out the window like the driver was a octopus

We had the low don't be shocked when we poppin up

Okay, now please do not play with Dev

That boy dope amphetamines

If that girl beside of me, she feel like Coretta King

And if I ever say I'm dope, been dope since I was pedaling

They say that some drugs are good, say Dev is like a remedy

But here come the plot twist, Lock-smith don't drop shit Uh-huh

Having our way, wanna get down with the gang, you see it, don't lie

Cheese in my pockets, don't pop it, yeah, they ain't let it fly

And yeah, she left you, uh, we the reason why, uh, we the reason why

Hands in pockets, hoodies up, **** ain't talking at all

**** ain't tell you I'm feeling like Vic in the field, like, who is you barking at, dawg

This shit rare in my ****, like somebody being alive, that seen Wilt Chamberlain ball

We the ones sending them up to the Lord, a bishop, the only one move across the board

Trying to get property popping, my boy made a bean off of a option

Better stand on your word, look what they did to Osama for hiding

Can't see a coupe that I ain't been lied in

No lie, I ain't gon' slide if they don't let the guys in

See, you can't show me a place that I'm not tied in

Tessy charged, going autopilot

Came in with a cannon, dawg, shit look like he filming skits

And I go loony on some tunes, it's like Elmer with a stick

See, I might die about my dog, look, you turned me into a Wick

But here come the plot twist, Lock-smith don't drop shit Uh-huh

Having our way, wanna get down with the gang, you see it, don't lie

Cheese in my pockets, don't pop it, yeah, they ain't let it fly

And yeah, she left you, uh, we the reason why, uh, we the reason why