I'm with my moulinyans, rapping over jazz

GPA too low for Juilliard

Pull up with some bud, that's the single thing they knew me for

Bitch booty soft

Shit I write they bite and chewing on

Watch who you do it on

These bars bite back

Cat rappers, swag jackers

Damn y'all make me mad

We fresh up out the pound, back to rolling with my pack

You know we hear you barking, but my doggies bite back

So don't act (don't act)

Don't act (don't act)

This gon' be the first and last time you see some shit like this

Anyone can get it, open season on some Oprah shit

The news be gettin' sober and I'm smoking dope to cope with it

Know just where to go, y'all lame **** staying motionless

Sicker than a bitch, I'm locking in and catching cabin fever

Everything I spit just up and stick, they know that Max the leader

Since I was a jit, we've been the shit, just us and Justin Bieber

Back to back to back, so pass the rock

I'm on a fucking heater

Live the same life that they like to make the movies on

My bitch said "make it rain" I told her go ahead and put her booties on

I grew up where the streetlights hang up Timberlands

Put my feets on the beat, and walk it like the fuckin' dead

I woke up feeling calm, because my phone got naked hoes on

My flow strong, I'm chosen by my city, feel like Zohran

A trusted source, there's more to this

Straight bars, we don't need choruses

D-Boys, we like them Elemental Staffs you find on Origins

Wife beater, white tee, sipping iced tea

Peep the flowing traffic and direct it like I'm Spike Lee

Any time my shorty whip it up she make it spicy

That shit that I can handle, ****

Why you think they like me?

Grab a coaster, you somebody that I would stain

Really in my element, I know that these the good days

Flipping all these features like a corner fuckin' book page

Really, I'm a hater how I savor when I push pain

My shit slap like Stockton

The beat sound obnoxious

The trunk got a P

100 pack of mushroom cutlets

Get on the beat, let the heat off like a pot lid

My ice is Briston, pockets size of Action Bronson

This ice is cold, we rolling

Used to smoke out crack glassware

Don't act like Gold won't pop up out the cut like Freddy Fazbear

Y'all cons, don't come on strong or I'll give your mom something to straddle on

This rap game is the road and we just roving, gang of vagabonds

I'm with my moulinyans, rapping over jazz

GPA too low for Juilliard

Pull up with some bud, that's the single thing they knew me for

Bitch booty soft

Shit I write they bite and chewing on

Watch who you do it on

These bars bite back

Cat rappers, swag jackers

Damn y'all make me mad

We fresh up out the pound, back to rolling with my pack

You know we hear you barking, but my doggies bite back

So don't act (don't act)

Don't act (don't act)