(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

Y'ello

Fanta give me heartburn, I'ma need a Sprite

I'm fucked up, I see a regular woman when I see a dyke

I got two bitches that I love, shit ain't even right

Messy-ass ****, low-key, I wanna see a fight

Now he 'bout to win

**** claim they puttin' belt to ass, but only shot the crib (Ooh)

Pop a **** on Saginaw and went and got some ribs (Hello)

Ri and Packman, shit gettin' ugly like Yana Sims (The Lunch Crew Company, I'm part of that)

Shit talkin' 'til I die, I need an orthodontist (Hello)

Astaghfirullah, about this money, I'll smoke a toddler (Boom)

Drink lean, **** treatin' me like I fuck with powder (Woo)

They discontinued Wockhardt, I almost smoked the doctor (Ooh)

Chauncey Billups with this dick, I got a poker problem (Woah)

She told you what a real man was, but don't know her father (Bitch)

Dog shit in every pocket and it's odor causin' (Stinky)

Brodie been gay since day one, he don't own a closet (Hello)

I'm from Flint, but this brick came from Bogota

.44 Magnum hit his top, knock his shoulder off (Boom)

If Lizzo let me hit it, man, I'm fuckin' her closure off (Okay)

He had asthma, told bro to take the motherfuckin' blower off him

We got his inhaler

It's Da Yung OG and Da Packman, bitch, they been waitin'

Five different kind, I got real flavors

It's okay, we gon' let him get away, he gettin' killed later

They ain't like me back then, them **** still hatin'

I'm at a studio with no pills, I feel crazy, like

But I drunk some drank

I wanna hit her raw, but her butt had stank

I BP'ed the V in case a **** try to bust at Tay

This bitch just made me babysit my daughter, I'm stuck today

But I can still rap, I told Ant to pull up today, bring a cup of drank

He had twenty-five pills, but a couple fake

Thirty-two hundred for a pint, I still fuck with Tre

I need another eight, ain't have enough today

I ain't get my hair braided, bae, I'm lookin' kinda rough today

But we can still fuck today

I shoot a video today, it's goin' up today, I got Fill with me

Bitch, he still with me, I got Will with me

I got steel with me, don't get killed quickly

I'm with YN Jay

Baby Ghost innocent, don't believe what my cousin say

A **** touch me, I'm gettin' five **** touched today

I remember days I wasn't touchin' pape'

Now, I don't even wanna touch the pape'

I let lil' bro thumb through that shit like it's fuckin' fake

I got drughead friends, I'll get you killed for a cup of drank

I shot him 'cause I wanted a half a pint, but it wasn't an eight

It was a half a line missin' like he cut the drank

They hit him in his head, now, ooh, something stank

He just poo'ed himself

I'm so motherfuckin' rich, I'll boo myself

Like

Ah, what the fuck I look like shootin' myself?

Lil' Cheddar Bob-ass ****