(Wizvrd)

Uh, I'm too gone like Anna

Zaza bags, I handled them, zaza bags, we handled them (Them right there)

Mm, I handle them, I'm Riley off The Boondocks (What it do? Say, he gone)

Mm, I'm too Glock, mm (Turn around and—)

Yeah, I'm too gone like Brando 'nem (I'm gone), zaza bags, I handled them (Go)

I just blessed him down with cheese (Blessed him), off the love, he sayin' box him (What?)

He way off The Boondocks, told the ho I'm too smart (I'm smart as fuck)

Half and half, like Riley, I be wildin', bitch, I'm too dark (On God)

My wrist bustin' like some chicken (Bustin'), how the hell fresh out the grease?

Miami hoes suck 'til sweaty (Yeah), how the hell fresh off the beach? (Nasty)

You can't post up at the trap, you ain't never sold a rock

You can't post up at the trap (On God), you ain't never bust your Glock (Bust it)

APL the loaded way (Loaded), biggest rank, no throwed away (Throwed)

I don't know nothin' 'bout no mission, heard that Glock got throwed away (Throwed that bitch)

Peanut butter, 9 on me right now (Yeah), ain't no way that it jam (No cappin' mine)

Real heavyweight, I slammed 'em all, this ho know she gettin' slammed (Slammed, slammed)

**** mad, she Pinky and the Brain, I'm tryna pick her brain (I'ma pick her brain)

**** steady tryna cop a Range (Pick a—), I'm tryna get them thangs (Cop a Range)

Fly them bitches back for real (Yeah), make it back, we tax for real (Tax for real)

Closest thing I'm doin' to a line is when I crack a seal (Yeah, is when I— a Tris)

Yeah, I'm too gone like Brando 'nem (Brando 'nem), zaza bags, I handled them (Handled them)

I just blessed him down with cheese (Cheese), off the love, he sayin' box him (Wipe him down)

He way off The Boondocks (Boondocks), told the ho I'm too smart (I'm smart as hell)

Half and half, like Riley, I be wildin' (Bitch, you dumb), bitch, I'm too dark (Yeah)

My wrist bustin' like some chicken (Huh), how the hell fresh out the grease? (On God)

Miami hoes suck 'til sweaty (Suck 'til sweaty), how the hell fresh off the beach? (Nasty ho)

You can't post up at the trap (Yeah), you ain't never sold a rock (On God)

You can't post up at the trap (Bitch), you ain't never bust your Glock (Bust your Glock)

You can't post up at the trap you ain't never bust your—

You can't post up at the trap you ain't never—