Yeah, Big ten, fourteen talk, you feel me, hold on, let me walk on em real quick, hold on Hold On

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yog done popped in this bitch, know I'm hot when I pop shit hot like Grease

Young **** eat beats, got me obese, my whole track list a feast

Better keep it official and stand on the business whenever you coming to me

I don't claim no slatt, nah, I can't rat, never that, but I keep shit p

I'm cooking these ****, they getting stepped over, now tell they ass I am the answer

Know I fly with that bag in the sky like I got me a strap right attached with a prancer

Steady shitting on **** and bitches and opps and hoes like where's my manners

I ain't talking a condom when I say I pull up and hit the bitch right with a magnum

Yog my team, put the shit on me, if it's fall then it's all on me

Ten, fourteen, right, all on my neck, check flexing is all I see

I keep it one hundred and not nothing under, it's over and all I be

And the flow so sick, hit the shit with a stick, with a stick and it's not IV

Young **** at the VIP, face card so clean, don't need ID

Two things I ain't never ever seen, is the sky turn green or a bitch I need

**** say that he tryna see me, I say, boy, please, **** need Vizine

**** say he gon' step on me, my dog and his bitch shooting shots out the V

**** getting exposed on the low like we ain't even know he was breaking the code

He ain't talking no barber and shit, but I'll line his ass up like a fiend doing coke

He get hung by a rope and it's murder she wrote, put that shit, put that shit on the note

Then I'm right with his hoe rest in peace to Aaliyah and we get to rocking the boat

Damaging and dismantle em I'm going after him

I got him throwing a tantrum and putting white flags up

Something ain't adding up, I guess these **** ain't have enough

Yeah, I got them packing up, putting they baggage up, knocking them out like I'm batting Up

You get put in the back of the all-black Acura like, what the fuck is you acting for

These hoes for the streets got them on a string, I treat the bitch just like a yo-yo

These **** on bullshit, I live my life like a camera, yeah, I'm a GoPro

I don't compete, I kick it on beats, I should go open a dojo

You get flashed out like a photo, I ain't forgot, you know though