1000 Eyes

Yo yo yo

Yo

Yo yo yo

You fuckin' with the best

Reckon with the force, this a crash course in good manners

My bitch fair skin, the Benz at the tanner's

My close friends is landlords, you understand us

Peace Lord, it's about the circle

100 rounds, my clip circle, let me circle back

Cookie cutter on the ZPAP the muzzle break

Major key like a B flat, you wasn't great

At no time that I remember

Average at best, I guess I' a stickler

I rather be me on my worst day

Than you rapping ass **** on your birthday

Wise guy like Frankie DiCicco

I want the word chico, and everything in it

I got the cheat code, I'm in a Jeep tinted

Downtown Charleston, Hotel Bennet

Big bottles of Caymus living like I'm famous

Tell me what your name is, I like rich bitches

Designer shades, frameless

Belstaff britches

Tip the waitstaff, flights to Belfast

Breaking fast

Crash, knock yourself out, have at it

Crash out ****

We having things, having at it

The AK, the AR, both inside the cabinet

We having things, having at it

Knock yourself out, have at it

We having things, having at it

Having our way

Go ahead and crash ****

Make me laugh ****