Okay, cool

They don't want you to win, shit get wicked

Said they don't want me to win, shit get wicked

Got some lean and Percocet, I'ma mix it

Talking about that [?] but this shit get tricky

Shit get, shit get realistic

Talking about, why don't you open your eyes and see this shit a lil' different

Fuck it, I got a point to prove, go big on bigger

Looked the Devil right in his eye, hit him with that glizzy

With that

With that blicky

I don't like to go outside, shit get messy

Motherfuckers like to choose sides like aim and hit you

I'm so high, got scared of my shadow, it hit me

It hit me (Drugs), it hit me (Drugs)

Get high like hippies (Drugs)

Get high, get trippy (Drugs)

Special delivery, I'm at your door like you sent me

No, why you hate on me? Why you resent me?

And I do this shit like I do it

Ho I do this shit to the truest

Said she like me, eat my kids, said they taste just like some fruities

I got big widebody, she got a big ole wide booty

I gotta hit from the back so I can feel it on my tummy

Tattoos on my stomach

Told lil' baby, relax, she ain't even real-life mad

The bitch for the streets so I laugh, it's kinda funny

This bitch want my autograph

They don't want you to win, shit get wicked

Said they don't want me to win, shit get wicked

Got some lean and Percocet, I'ma mix it

Talking about that [?] but this shit get tricky

Shit get, shit get realistic

Talking about, why don't you open your eyes and see this shit a lil' different

Fuck it, I got a point to prove, go big on bigger

Looked the Devil right in his eye, hit him with that glizzy

With that