When I step up in the building, who the fuck up out the way?

Hairpin trigger get to moving,

Shit get hot like pepper spray

And it's more than just the music,

Everybody way too fake

All these rappers in Seattle,

They be buying all their plays

And I might be from the suburbs,

Like I said I can still blast

Chopper sawed with some sluggers,

And you know I'm bout to crash

Give a fuck about the others,

They ain't never seen a rack

He's suing me, he's undercover, you a bitch keep it a stack.

I just walked into the party and I couldn't give a fuck

I just walked into the function and I got my blicky tucked

Run up on me it go blow

Put that pussy lil boy down

They know my name in the town and

They know that I got the crown

….

Say what?

I just stay pourin this lean

I stay posted with my team

Know we never sippin' green.

I might up the fucking beam

I go crazy like a fein

Like Supreme 2k16

Switch the flow up for the old heads

Flippin scripts up in the pharmacy I'm Lopez

We been sippin on that drank, it's like our slowmeds

We been gettin so damn geek, we just like ConeHeads

Aiden gettin all them demons, helive by that beat

I been poppin all these drugs, I'm on a three week streak

Never going sober never going back, no I just spent the fucking rackie, make it back woah.

When I step up in the building, who the fuck up out the way?

Hairpin trigger get to moving,

Shit get hot like pepper spray

And it's more than just the music,

Everybody way too fake

All these rappers in Seattle,

They be buying all their plays

And I might be from the suburbs,

Like I said I can still blast

Chopper sawed with some sluggers,

And you know I'm bout to crash

Give a fuck about the others,

They ain't never seen a rack

He's suing me, he's undercover, you a bitch keep it a stack.

Run up on me pussy boy

Got a hollow tip for you, it's got yo name engraved, lil boy

Put a drum on the four five, I been sittin' court side

I been livin' boujee, little bitch, my counter Quartzite

Spark a spliff again,

Woah,

My bitch issa 10,

Yeah I been stickin' with my circle, I don't need no friends

I just walk in the party, I got Rick on my pants

I might go call up Chris, he on a tour de France, oh

I'm at arch rivals tryna pop a fuckin' tag

When I'm walkin' out that bitch, you see a Louis bag.

Yeah,

I'm just countin up these racks

Stuff the money in the bags

Lookin forward never back

Offgodd in his fuckin bag

Danex in his fuckin bag

He thought he was moving higher Had to pull up and go masam

Motherfucker ain't on shit uhhhuhhh, we had to toss him

I was stomping on his shit

He playing dead just like a possum

We gon' break him like a Lego, bitch Everything is awesome

Threw a nade up at his feet Had to turn him to a crawler

Man, I'm still the same height But my money growing taller

Nerve bitch gon' give me brain I'ma call that hoe a scholar

Ain't she mad that I ignore her?

Yeah, fuck her, I won't call her

But when I step up in the building, who the fuck up out the way?

Hairpin trigger get to moving,

Shit get hot like pepper spray

And it's more than just the music,

Everybody way too fake

All these rappers in Seattle.

They be buying all their plays.

And I might be from the suburbs.

Like I said, I can still blast.

Chopper sawed with some sluggers,

And you know I'm bout to crash

Give a fuck about the others,

They ain't never seen a rack

He's suing me, he's undercover, you a bitch keep it a stack.