Huh, yeah, yeah, what

Huh, huh, woah, woah

Huh, yeah, you know we pushing the wraith

He wanna slide he get hit in his face

Burning him up and we putting his ashes inside of a vase (Inside of a vase)

Woah, yeah, he need some glasses

Leave his bitch sticky like fucking molasses

Feel like I'm rapping like cactus

Feel like we walk, woah (Woah, yeah)

It's one in the morning if he try to run he get smoke, huh, cigar

Huh, I took his bitch from the bar, huh

Taking her back to my crib and we getting so high I feel like we in mars

Whipping around in the Benz we push the Mercedes I bought her like 10 foreign cars

Yeah

Huh, all of those boys think they cashin

Motherfucker if you would just look in the mirror for once you would stop fucking cappin

This writers block get to me, huh

Boy you is dead to me, huh

I'm puttin' you on to a channel put him on the news and he turned into history, huh, huh

Huh, woah, I bought me a chain that shit was antique

I'm thinking too hard and my brain is gon' leak

I don't wanna be different cause I ain't unique, woah, yeah

Huh, my momma heard this and she told me to rap about shit that I don't even wanna

That shit make me sound like a bum

And that shit is gon' get me made fun of, woah

Momma I'm sorry I'm just tryna make it

I don't give a fuck about watching my mouth

I don't care what I'm motherfucking saying, yeah, huh (Woah, yeah)

They better than me

We split him in half now he red as the sea

Cooking some eggs and adding the cheese but this ain't no regular cheddar this quiche

Huh, yeah, you know we pushing the wraith

He wanna slide he get hit in his face

Burning him up and we putting his ashes inside of a vase (Inside of a vase)

Woah, yeah, he need some glasses

Leave his bitch sticky like fucking molasses

Feel like I'm rapping like cactus

Feel like we walk, woah (Woah, yeah)

It's one in the morning if he try to run he get smoke, huh, cigar

Huh, I took his bitch from the bar, huh

Taking her back to my crib and we getting so high I feel like we in mars

Whipping around in the Benz we push the Mercedes I bought her like 10 foreign cars

Yeah

Huh, yeah, you know we pushing the wraith

He wanna slide he get hit in his face

Burning him up and we putting his ashes inside of a vase (Inside of a vase)

Woah, yeah, he need some glasses

Leave his bitch sticky like fucking molasses

Feel like I'm rapping like cactus

Feel like we walk, woah (Woah, yeah)

It's one in the morning if he try to run he get smoke, huh, cigar

Huh, I took his bitch from the bar, huh

Taking her back to my crib and we getting so high I feel like we in mars

Whipping around in the Benz we push the Mercedes I bought her like 10 foreign cars

Yeah