Ight I’m too turnt off the juice

I’m to turnt off the muscle

All up in my bag I’m trynna stack this shit like ruffles

Deep up in my bag I got the stash up in my duffle man y’all boys so soft that I see they all just really ruffled

Only big chips

All them boys acting like they Brad Pitt

Danny boy sick why don’t you get him Vicks

Man sheesh

Ion need no niche

Balling like caleese

**** flexing cars whole that they paying lease

Bitch I’m moving steady

And they can’t even move they feet

Lil southern ****

Love days out in the East

Nah I ain’t Dave shit ain’t free

Danny really weighing and

**** really playing man

Riding in the continental y’all boys in a carivan

Like what you mean tho

**** acting green foe

Like I’m from the chi I guess these **** some man joe

All my **** doing well we been eating

I’ve been have flows back when my aunt was in pereason

Man these **** salty and funny they ain’t got no seasoning

I couldn’t give a damn I deliver numbers every season

Dang that cat was hell I think lol shordy here a demon

They gone dodge every challenge if I skrt off with this engine

Talking like I’m Riley but I preach like Huey freeman

Take my shordy to the mall and go cop her some new Neimans

Aye we rolling through

Rel & Danny on the beat we feeling like the golden two

God Mode in this bitch lil **** I thought I was Odins proof

Feeling like I’m wake flacka in the hoe so “oh let do”

Got more than me what we talking bout I need to see the proof

Passport shawty way I be tripping

Bitches want the tea so much they should give me Lipton

Brilliant young **** man I shoulda went to Princeton

Ole **** madden in here go ahead and blitz then

Had some side bitches trynna hit my main line

Get the background shawty you can’t get no stage time

Funny since I grew my hair I sho ain’t have no hang time

Trynna hit my call log you shoulda dialed 9

(yea my shit do be braided)

Rel i told tell ‘em bitches justa tread light

I stay in my pocket throw a bullet pat white

**** im am that nice

Promise this ain’t all hype

Grind this shit like Shawn White

Man ya bag looking to light

Mike Jones how I had them hoes tippin

Doubles 3 shawty baby you was never pippen

On the phone they grown men but they pulled up like some children

Tom cruise they way I always gotta finish missions

Aye like **** what you want

Odd aint even trynna front

Got me lit just like this blunt

What I did just can’t be done