MMA

Let's get a what?

Send a blitz, he seeing ghosts in the backfield

Shoot at his feet, he a hoe, make him tap dance

You a dick-sucker, let you tell it though you tapped in

I big truck it, pedal lightly when I back in

Grab the .30 just to come out with the kids

Boy, my pop dirty as a bum under a bridge

You ain't never even touched the type of money on your head

Payin' over sticker price, my **** only wanted 10

I'm getting bows on the flatbed

Came a long way from floors with the crackheads

Might not make a million rapping, but the trap will

So I don't give a mothafuck about no back end, bag life

Pay attention, show you how to cook a slab right

Way this bitch hitting, show you how to wear a flashlight

On my son's tuition, counted 40 thou' last night

Don't go on mission that's the **** that's gon' crash out

Brodie got a jack in there, we ain't talking off the jail phone

Catch an opp and snatch 'em up, and tie em to the railroad

Or pour some gas on him, spark a wood and throw it at him

Dub for a faceshot, 10 for an open casket

I'm talking hopping out the tree, I really know assassins

G-O-A-T status you can go and ask them

Locked in on my own island, Alcatraz

Touchdown in the A, I snuck it in a falcon bag

Walter White with it, unc', he cook it up like he Malcolm dad

Fairy tale life, I'm just blowing fire dragon bags

Get him out of here, he say whatever with his random ass

Blowing rasta with my ganjas, MIA and Lil haiti

Bitch said I'm crazy, I spent 80 on a little eighth

Four pockets full up off the rap, I feel like Lil Baby

Backpack Celine, I grab the Birkin for my lil' lady

Jesus believe me, I'm pleased to get even

Way I been sliding, bro it is me or Visa

Me and Tron Mario Luigi, we squeezing

RareSmoke, edit **** out make 'em bleed then

You wanna talk money, lil' ****, talk then

I don't walk in the bank, hoe, I get walked in

Get your mans out the way with his lost ass

You can be anything, ****, be a boss then

Pour 3 sixes like the Mafia

I'm an orka in that water, y'all tilapias

Truck bullet proof, you can try to pop me up

What your rent cost, I paid it on a wocky cup

And your car note cost a t-shirt that's Helmut Lang

When I'm in that room for a 40, A won't tell a thing

Like tell them, I can't even spell my name

My bitch in some Loub' heels tripping like she Ella Mai

He tryna make SayCheese, I'm tryna make pape

D don't know no letters in between AK

You in the scat on Grand River in a fake chase

I'm in Beverly on Mulholland tryna Wraith race

Scam star, all these punches you would think it's MMA

How the fuck your buffs real, you can bend the frames

Three seconds left, Timeout I'm finna end the game

Face shot family, I hope they got a vest for brains

I'm in the Louis checker lane, Rockets or a Texans game

Pistons or the Lions, courtside with that fryer

Used to cop from the ****, now I'm his supplier

Selling everything, Zelle, Cash App, it's whatever gang

We both got two feet, but we don't step the same

Mike Amiri's on me or it's Yohji Yamamoto

Horses on my hood, I ain't never rocking Polo

Got that cannon with the flash, I ain't finna crop a photo