E-Energy made this

I do that fast, do like Vin Diesel

Yo, I would fit out a day that's damn near medieval

The junkie HP-1, he don't switch needles

Eighty dollar steak, I play the little alley

Might end up hittin' Cali', gettin' buzz in the Valley

Then shoot him down to Ypsilanti, pack him in the back

Shit, I'm one up on I-75, Tyrese Maxx

Shit, I'm one up on I-80, call that Calvin Johnson

Cutty just got the white in, let's get the Action Bronson

F&N will turn his dreads into some rasta pasta

That's below my price range, I don't cost a blanca

He gon' let us drop the check, do the knucklehead

Never once had my hand out, I'm up in hustle bread

I call that a minor, I'm off a double ten

This bitch look like Malu, but she from the West

Hopped off that Mongoose, runnin' up a check

Nothing might cut pyro off how I fuckin' bled

It got me runnin' reds, I know this bitch a demon

I don't ever run from here, but I can't come again

It's impossible, I told my hitman, "Don't move sloppy, they'll lock you off a follicle"

The gang unstoppable

If it ain't the bomb-pop, Faygo, I'ma do the sprizzy tropical

Where I'm from, everything other than kids die

The fit X-rated, better cover up yo' kid's eyes

I'm off a three-five of that, I look like Pat Moon

I ain't eatin' Lucky Charms, but I pop to half a moon

Butterscotch insides, but the rap map maroon

Artifier from the booth, you might see the lab kaboom

Unki cleaned up the dog, but ain't have shampoo

Lil' Brodie, he a killer whale, shit, that's Shamu

He ain't got a bit of motion, just be sittin' stagnant

It's like money grows on me, I'm a chicken magnet

Militia madness, militia madness

Lyin' on yo' dead mansy, twitchin', finna flip his cast

Shit is Babytron, mister, come and get a Insta caption

I just know I'm finna thug, she all on her fins to chat

If it ain't about no pay, then forget the interaction

My ho think I'm on some bullshit, but I'm just in here rappin'

Choppa had 'em zig and zaggin', what a silly bastard

Let a bitch call me broke, I might throw a fifty at her

Tried to put a bow on the scale, I'ma digi crash

Might go mine Bitcoin, I been had the giffies mastered

I'll take me and Unki versus yo' six best shooters

We'll put yo' corn ass on Midwest Rumors

Drop yo' city down below, we been pressed through it

I got this plan mapped out and six M's do it

Western Union, you remember MTCNs?

I'm rollin' WAV files, up them MP3 rigs

Feelin' like I'm Big Shifter off this MCD Biff

I might slide on yo' bitch on my FTP sled

I'm the one, mark my words, that's TG Neff

I don't trust 'em actin' like the FEDS

Told my mi'go', shoot some loud three, send me Cheese Neck

Oh, you hit her, 'Sushi Vet,' you need a STD check

Before I got banned from Hearst, I was a GO! member

Fresh off the road, you think I linked with a phone vendor

We the reason that they inside, not the cold weather

Get lion-hearted, blow a whole three-O chrome sweater

Double-O-seven right now, I got the Goldeneye

Back-to-back and ten chargers, how the fuck my phone just die?

Sticky ricks oversized, outfit is overpriced

Lil' beast keep poltergeist, Blake Griff get posterized