Verse 1)

Rick Flair on these thotties like WOO

Pooty tang with the Gucci gang superman like youuuu/

Now what it do?! I’m Uncle Drew or Mr. Scrooge/

I ain't jocking the stocking/

Ain’t Diddy bopping why is Jaden Poppin?, no radio option

Turn the switch off, I’m bout to lift off/

Since you all sleep, open casket at the wake floor/

Waco Texas reckless when my weapons shoot off like Westerns in your direction/

New Sheriff in town, but I’m a lone Ranger with blood like Tonto/

Original Bad Hombre smoking maples like Toronto/

Spark up

Flammable handle lyrical mantle

Bullet wounds through your flannel, if your mic skills is yawn/

It’s an Animal Farm, I’m here forever sacrifice a new born/

Gate Keeper like Elegua Papa Legba/

It’s a crossroad tap a bitch like Morse Code

I jump through schemes drop hooks like Kareem/

Hakeem I just want to fuck Christina, Milian

Dream

Team got 7s on and I’m sporting 9's overseas/

And my Bird can shoot, eyes on my hen then I’m chasing all the foxes out the coupe /

No mystery first 48 and no sleuth, Usual suspect funeral coordinator/

Onslaught facilitator Female Body Inspector fornicator/

Xzibit my favorite rapper on the West

Had to do a shout/

So, I’m spraying what I’m saying like Simon/

Asylum rhyming I’m violent/

Fear the Titian wanna clash, I’d be daft

No name going number one in the draft, cause this shit is a breeze,/

(Chorus)

It was all a Dream like Big said/

Running through schemes on my flip shit/

Routine, state greens, got penitentiary bars on lock smith/

Frank White, theirs some thing's I don't do!/

King of New York I thought I told you/

You don't want to Jump, when I start the pump/

Scheming on the clutch

(Verse 2)

I'm in my lane like I just got a L/

Am I the best alive only time will tell/

But I'm not down to snitch I rather see a cell/

Cus I got bars like my mind a jail/

And my shit bump like it's made of Braille/

And money always been about sex either getting head or tail/

Does the pussy pass or does it Fail

Gotta be wetter than a pale, get out that shell/

I'm only after girls that pitching no hitters, David Wells/

Take these mumble rappers and line em' up, I would say tie em up, but these fruit cups might start lining up/

Treat it like a barbecue get this beef fired up

Fuck Tekashi cook him Like hibachi, Then bust a nut on Sophia-Body, she got a body Body

Drop dead like your name is Fred/

Everybody Hindu when I aim for heads/

Wrap you up like a Christmas gift/

Put you under a tree and light a bonfire/

I learn all my crime watching episodes of the Wire and I move like I'm in OZ/

And we can never be even I'm always at odds/

Rock Paper Scissors/

Pull a Glock on the next rapper that mentions syrup/

Let me reel it back! the real is back! like Beanie Mac, what's Poppin scrap?!/

Hope you ate a Scooby snack/

I grew up watching SMACK, so save it/

Cus all I do is rap and get titty like the Basement

(Chorus)

It was all a Dream like Big said/

Running through schemes on my flip shit/

Routine, state greens, got penitentiary bars on lock smith/

Frank White, theirs something's I don't do!/

King of New York I thought I told you/

You don't want to Jump, when I start the pump/

Scheming on the clutch