I don't sing to this hoe, hell nah, but I know she fuck with my cadence

Running to that bag, I need it now, bitch, I don't got no patience

I'm posted up, I keep that Drac with me, just like I'm Haitian

My music steady, going up, just look how fast I'm pacing

I'm the first one to that bag, just look how fast I run, I'm racing

This top level like NCAA, Might call it, Heisman

I'm in that Geeked, shit down that street, just look how fast I'm flying

I'm starting to think these **** gay and sweet, just like some icing

Bitch, I keep that ARP, I spray that bitch, fuck up my hand

We had yo potna rolling down the hill, pick up your mans

I'm SDU, that stay down unit, know that shit my brand

I'm puffing on that Zot, I'm way too high, I'm in the trance

We send that hotshit like Pat Mahomes, that chopper, make him dance

I pop out repeat, blow a bag, cause a **** having bands

Hop out that big black truck, we hawk shit down that fuck boy ran

It's hard shit here, die for a **** hand

I'm puffing these hoodies, I'm taking these hands

Yeah

And I booted up this fucking Xan, I can fuck my hands, bitch, it put a Jans

Get a **** down, all his fucking pants, take him all to shit, ****, what you saying

What's up, ****, post it up with Jans

Two-twang box, ****, hit your mans

I'm in on your bitch, pass it to my mans

Always on goal, ****, never lacking

Gone to my pants, she thought I was packing

Pull up to her crib, I'm bringing her back in

Y'all ain't gonna ban, y'all **** be casting

Put that cup in your ****, ****, what happened

Pushing in that wheel, cutting up and trapping

Got the woman in your verse, said she meant my presence

Put your mama in, ****, run off

Send that bitch out, ****, straight to fucking heaven

Send that **** straight to heaven

Had to teach that fuck **** a lesson

Not too bad, bitch, it's in this room

I fucked that, then I moved on to the best friend

A little **** finna get back door

She gave me the green light, felt like I was stuffing

And getting that cheese, I'ma keep on stuffing

I'ma keep stabbing till I hit the top

I'ma keep spinning till I catch the hops

Don't come out my way, your ass gon' get shot

Yeah, smoking that side of the shit for my lungs

You a hoe and a ****, you ain't told no guns

They say y'all people made a fuck, ****, run the job

Down bad while I'm smoking, while I'm flying

Five of my pants, ****, don't get touched

Yeah

I'm on fly, bitch, it's nowhere

I stay with the man, you can't knock, cause me lagging

You like BNKJ, shit, I need my bagging

Good bye, man, ****, need to get some fashion

Get back for your man, need to get to action

She said she like the way credit be trapping

Ain't doing no hoes, ****, why you capping

Bad ass B-Way, just broke her back end

Don't take it out, bitch, I'm going back end

I'm getting banned, they sucking the deep end

Bad model, bitch, I'm going deep end

I do it by myself, little bitch, I don't deep end

On anyone, bitch, cause I bring the racks in

Taking money from you, bitch, I don't tax it

I'm lacking

Pop smoke, pistol packing

You say you gonna wonder what happened

That **** lame, dirty, macking

It's a state-owned unit, we rapping

It's a state-owned unit, we 5D

That **** acquiring, they making a peak

I'll pop out your head, just watch how you peak

Been running up ends for the whole week

I feel like I'm filing, ****, I'm fleek

Kicking on the shit, I feel like Bruce Lee

Having weak calls, it was ARPs

You a little ****, go finish your piece

I'm itching to kill, feel like I got fleas

Pull out a machete, now he begging please

Every say bless you, but I didn't sneeze

What

Mm

That's, that's U5

Yeah