I smoke a **** like a pack of them Newports

Middle of the mall right in front of the food court

(18inmymind)

Yeah, come on

****, huh, I'm the hardest youngin out, ****, you hear me? (Yeah, ****, that's on my baby, ****)

Oroku Saki, ****

Come on (You reach and— tch, yeah)

Alright

I put the mic down, now I'm back active (I'm on it)

If the Glock ain't on my waist, it's in a bag and nappin' (It's in a— it's on me now)

**** hit me hard, I up Glock and then I fah, fah him (Fah)

Talkin' 'bout my face, black eye, he got a black casket (That **** gone)

Huh, you ran on your mans, are you kiddin' me?

I beat that **** ass, they came back and then I finished him (Get over here)

I rap about the pole in every song, you wasn't listenin'

I ain't just a rapper, yeah, I got that bitch literally (That bitch on me right now)

Three **** jumped me, huh, none had a thumper

I up Glock and two **** started runnin', huh

One was super tough, I sent his bitch ass to the upper

**** thought I was a ho, then he died within the summer (Yeah, come on)

Yeah, my aim like John Wick, ****, go and ask the witness (They seen it)

Get dumped by Popeyes, he caught a pepper from this biscuit (Ayy, ayy)

He was DOA from CPL, the boy said I'm official

**** thought this shit was sweet, bitch, I get busy with this pistol (Yeah)

**** ran on they homie (Quick), huh, died by his lonely, huh (Sick)

RIP that boy, I swear to God I ain't know him (Shit)

It was three v one until I upped and started scorin'

Ain't no tissue in the bag, the Glock sick, I'm tryna blow it (Hachoo, ****)

Yeah, huh, after the first fight, I wasn't tryna tussle

Reachin' in the bag, posted up, I tried to hide the double (Put your hands down, ****)

He went grabbin' for the Buffs, I shot him in the muscle (I put your mans down)

Tried to rob me, that shit a shame, the **** died (Yeah)

His people mad at me, go get the **** that had ran on him

He tried to let some heat off, I put a fan on him (Frrt)

Huh, if you add the jewelry up, that's thirty bands on me

Sittin' next to God, I know He mad He put his hands on me

Defensive player of the year, but he the one that should've blocked the shot (You know)

Huh, ain't battle rappin' nan' ****, I ain't Pappa Don

Huh, he got a squabble the SB, I made him box the Glock

I just nicked a **** with this cannon, he was wildin' out (Picked up the killer, ****)

Go call Tay phone, I know he mad about his cousin (Yeah)

I'm sick, that **** ran, I wish he would've seen the jumper (That bitch was limpin')

The Glock got a dick, it's tryna bust, bro, I'm pumpin' (That bitch was wet)

He died off the first shot, that **** dead, stop tryna pump him

Yeah, huh, won't wrestle in his tee, bitch, I'm not Booker

Hoes out here fucking for a buck and think they not hookers

Should've signed to Mucinex, I like to rock boogers (Yeah)

Yeah, he fight good, but it's alright because the Glock better (That bitch clean)

I mean, the Glock better (That bitch clean)

Come on (Yeah)

Should've took your bitch ass outside, it was some nice weather

I seen your funeral, your lil' cousin had a nice sweeter (Y'all look good)

Y'all shoppin' in the mall, go tell Tay bitch ass to buy a weapon (For real, ****)

You reach, I'll teach, ****

Yeah, I'm the hardest youngin out, ****

Huh, Oroku Saki, ****

Yeah, come on, in the shredder

Ooh-hoo, boy

Ayy, what they say on wax, ****? Yeah

You die first, I'm gon' sing at your funeral

I'm gon' just bust up in the motherfucker and go to Upper Room