(Yeah)

(Recording?)

(Oh we recording? Okay)

(Okayy)

(Y'know I gotta make sure I can't waste these words, haha)

Shawty get trained on a rec track

Tell her sing along, where the mic at

Ain't no figi that's a light tap

From where the lights stay off (Yeah)

Dawg, **** been got off the porch (Okayy)

Malcolm ****, you the man in the middle

No plug, you see me fresh with a bank roll

Ride with your bitch you gon have you a Jane Doe

That pussy water like lakehouse, bolts on the frames

24 carat golden steak house

Chinese food, I'ma get the boy taken out

From where I'm from, you won't make it out (Yeah)

Rat ass **** walk around like mickey, smiles on his face (GLTAOW GLTAOW)

Put a **** in his place, the ground

Fourteen started, one ounce to a pound

Young **** trap shit

O's on court, that's a basket (Okayy)

Come through, leave the scene, tragic (Okayy)

I make it stretch like I'm Mr. Fantastic

Matter of fact, hold on, turn it up (Ayy)

Hop on the scene, I don't even leave a trace

Better hide your face, we ain't tryna get a case

Top no bitch, I don't even tie lace

40 years old and **** sitting on a crate

Not your boy, I'ma be 40 with 40 mil

Perc 10 got me on a hill like Jack and Jill

Hung up on a bitch, lil **** ain't that real

Hung up on shawty cause she playing with the bread (Okay)

Bitch over bread, lil **** no way

Still need a crib on the bay no bae

Grinchset ****, all work no play

Fuck what dude say, pour deuces in the kool-aid

(Like I'm tryna tell y'all ****, this shit is too easy, I can switch it down a hundred fifty times on one fucking track, one track)

Oven don't got me on hotty no scotty

She think she bad cause she bought her a body

Not from no Boondocks, I ain't no Riley

But I could boom throw you off a dock (Shhpsh)

Whole lotta water on a boy, **** bust down

On the block tryna get bust down

**** you a bum, you ain't making no funds

See the gang, **** better run, yeah

Cartiers on like a nerd

I bring the word like the bird, came a long way from the curb

I deserve a pat on my back, no burp

Phone a boy, I'll still chirp

Brrrrr, Brrrrr

As you can see, ain't no flipping my scripts

Overhead

Ya dig?