It's that one fat **** with the glasses That be dancin' and be rappin', that ain't

Cappin' That was trappin', never actin

She gon' fuck me with a passion, Shit She gon' smash and never pass me (I'm in that bag)

My spirit and my flesh been at war like it's Baghdad

I got married the same year my granny left my granddad

And it Fucked me up, but I'm past that, I light this wood

Dog gon' ask me if I'ma pass that, and I'm not though

My unc GD puttin' forks in the air like hi-los

She said that I'm her type, but I think she sent a typo

We came in with pita bread, she know how my guys roll (gyros)

Writin' songs in them notes, ****, you like to write jokes

Focused and blessed, I been in a different bag

She want a piece of KB, but she never had a chance

If a **** pull up wrong, he gettin' parked like a ramp

My brother was sellin', now he locked up sellin' stamps

Cartier on my bitch, Cartier on me also

They ask how I'm doin', I say, well, Fargo

**** talk crazy, he get jack, hardlowed

Bro pour line after line like a barcode

I'm Tired of gettin' asked if my glasses can get borrowed

I'ma make it and them same **** gon' feel sorrow

I'ma put this meat on her grill, no need for charcoal

I be in a different pocket like I got on cargo

Big Za in this wood, no D-Low, baby, it's Larry

Bitch ask to suck some dick, I told her baby I'm married

Head so good, I put paper under her pillow, tooth fairy

White widow need a wax, it came in too hairy

I be with some young thugs, I be with a bunch of Jefferies

Bitch, it's the mafia, I feel just like Joe Pesci

Bro a draw his gun if this lil' **** move sketchy

**** ain't playin' soccer, but this shit can get Messi