I smoke ’em like a cigar, I ain’t fuckin’ sorry

You know I can’t hang with them

This shit been gettin’ bazzar, I went straight to Mars Just to go and hang with them

I might just go LaFerrari and give it to pops

Just so I could say that I did

It feel like I went paparazzi, she on the cock

Said she wanna make CNN

I spent that shit with no receipt

Yeah, stop flexin’ that lil bitty money

This the closest thing you gettin’ to a feature

No, you cannot be my buddy

And let it be known that I been had the swag

Before this shit start to get ugly

Tony Montana, yo bitch on my lap

That’s when it start to get funny

[Verse 2]

You gon’ need the Quran the way I’ma muzzle ’em

Five-stripe denim, you know I just doubled ’em

Ask me to chill, but you know I’m troublesome

 (Yea, yea)

I smoke that gas to another plane

She call my phone, said she wanna hang

I can’t lose control, I feel like I’m Bane

Ha-ha, you lose, we’ll never forget

When we off the shrooms, said she wanna sex

She come to the room, it’s her and her best

If I gotta choose, I might be upset

You can’t be my dog, I’m not Johnny Test

Feel like Tony Stark, get it off my chest

Feel like Black Noir, came back from the dead

Friday 13th, I took off yo head

[Chorus]

She said u the heartbreak kid, yeah I got a lot of belts

This my perfect form, yeah you could call me cell

Never turn my back, u turn yo back, I wish ’em well

They say I’m a saint, I’m Johnny Gat, send ’em to hell