(DamJonBoi)

Crunch time, it's finna get intense

He got one chance to show he clutch or he gon' sit the bench

When we poppin' out your bushes, ain't no time to hit the fence

My cup purple, bitch, your cup green

Got a burst on the chop, I don't need no beam

I be on the Mile, I be on the East

Head-tap his ass 'cause he looked at me

If you want us in your city, send that booking fee

My bitch lookin' heat, boy, you lookin' cheap

We'll get 'em cooked with grease, get a pussy put to sleep

Out of town, in the trenches, lookin' for somethin' good to eat

Trapper got a book with him, all I know is push the P

My dread head spinnin' 'round like he Booker T

You might as well have shot blanks, you ain't hit a thing

I love how the Wock' taste, you can see it in my face

Off a 'shroom or two, I see the colors getting vivid

I'ma call him froggy, sippin' green, I think he finna ribbit

Load too big to take the stuffer route, I can't even fit it in her

Put her in my palm and then I play her like a fidget spinner

I'ma have to get the neck, I ain't hittin' bitches

Spankin' **** on they ass, go and get my switches

Pause, when I'm in that black bitch, you can see it's tinted

Hell nah, you can't ride with the gang 'cause you might be snitchin'

Flaws all in your fuckin' diamonds, none in my pendant

I'll swiss-cheese bake a ****, treat him like a biscuit

Beat the pussy up bad, she thinkin' that I miss it

Really don't, I just popped a Perc' 10 and hit it

Put that blow on your back, better stand on business

Shootin' 4x4s at his ass, bitch, I bet I hit him

7.62 head tap, bitch, I bet I kill him

I ain't Lil Wayne, bitch, I'm finna fuckin' sing "A Milli"

Everybody shocked, I guess that they ain't see it in me

'Ll pull up, let that chopper crack a joke for all that being silly

Went from cards declinin' to stars alignin'

Pull up with a .50 cal and fuck up that lil' car's alignment

Paper gotta say six figures just for me to sign it

I just left the Galleria, Tesla run on autopilot

Ain't no fuckin' single shot, I'ma auto fire it

Rolls-Royce got hydraulics and auto-rising

Dirty-ass stick, it think you need a lining

Dirty Dan

Heard they want some beef, well, shit, I'm turning to the jerky man

Workers at the Apple store trippin' 'cause they heard we scam

Cuz rolling off a V-cut, hittin' the Perky dance

Thirty shows, one month, but, shit, I'm ready

She used to fuckin' with some lightweights, but, shit, I'm heavy

Heard them boys think they dope, well, shit, I'm fetty

Heard you got some shit to tell me, don't be shy now

Have a robber pull up, hit your top just for a side job

All that eyein' this way, gon' turn him to a cyclops

I was blowing loud since I was bumpin' off the iPod

All this juice, I can't help it, shit, I might nod, I might not

Off the 'shrooms, in here thinkin' 'bout the cyclops

I'm in 2028, totin' iGlocks

**** talkin' 'bout he Blood, get five shots

I done chased that **** down 'bout five blocks

Lookin' for this ****, got five chops

T-bone a **** in a drive-by

Somewhere low with your bitch in a high rise

Beat the kitty up, got nine lives