How you say that you a rapper but you cutting corners?

16, self made, I been ducking Warner

16s, hella range, make him follow orders

You can't get this from the store, just the gas warden

Got some shit inside the spliff that leave his ass dormant

20 dollars for a flick, that's my swag store

Leave the corner store with cans, I got bad organs

I got love for all my fans, give they ass torrents

Music shit my only passion, baby step aside

I got bitches up my alley calling left and right

I been smoking on that Cali shit, no pesticides

Watch that shit you talk about, cuz you been treading lines

I could make a bitch hit notes with no Melodyne

Dodging cops, my lil brother facing felon time

Got my liver real mad, I got yellow eyes

Said his face game tragic, I aim, shoot graphic

Every time I hit the dealership, I gotta have it

I'm in love with blues, but I be thumbing through these assets

I'm a night owl, I've been sleeping through these classes

I'm in love with her because she talking with an accent

I be spending money on the carats and the facets

He said we in beef, is he talking in the past tense?

He ain't catching up, this Baby Park and I just lapped him

And I'm just laughing

Praying for my dogs 'cause I know that they're all crashing

When I hit his block, it was lights, camera, action

I got the footage of the night, glamour, fashion

She just want a **** with the right damn passion

My girl work for United, I get flights for a fraction

Every equal action, equal opposite reaction

So when I throw this money, it be making her attracted

I'm laughing like it's funny while I'm running through these rations

She told me I'm bummy but she still gon' let me smash it

Spent a couple hunnids on some European fashion

I'll put him in a spliff when I get sick of being passive

Got the game on lock like I'm a motherfucking fascist

She said that she want me, I still fuck around and pass it

Pussy try to jump me, I could weave him like a basket

If she really love me, put her ex up in a—

Pop the trunk, I don't really give a fuck 'bout what they say

Talking tough, then they sitting ducks when I'm out in LA

Rough him up, my bro got the camera, put it on display

I'm fucked up off a couple grams, I'm moving all delayed

Think he tough? Got a sista who could do him JFK

Think he tough? We just hope we miss him from the Chevrolet

I been running off this heavy tonic and some Chick-fil-A

I been running off the coke and Captain Morgan

If it was in his face, then how the fuck I backdoor him?

If the sample overseas, then does it mean the track foreign?

Got a family who hopping out the whip, we RAV4'd him

Mocha got more steel than a motherfucking door hinge

You boring ****, every time you talk, you're James Corden

Push this Honda till it breaks, hop on the 95 and floor it

Don't tell me I can't make any word rhyme with orange

A rich **** saving money with these torrents

These pictures that she send me make this iPhone out of storage

Choppa scrape bravado and dilute that self-importance

Police don't know a thing, they think he walked inside a forest

Shawty only want me 'cause she know a **** touring

Shotty caught a body, you would think that **** whoring

Hobby Ricky Bobby, show you what that **** Lorne did

Flooded for ten arcs, I'll show you what the fuck the Lord did