Aye, I want my doors on suicide I pull up and I kill it

Shout out to my old hoes Reason why a **** winning

Add this **** with some Weezy Put some 50 in the mix

Now what you get

Straight up militant Damn that boy so ignorant

But damn he step so godly Please back up off me

Get fresh in the morning Undertaker out the coffin

Double cup me please With a brown skin coughing

Boy don't look surprised You know I do this shit so often

Now look they call me Flaco Dirty like a pot hole

Attitude on rich **** Come sit with a boss hoe

Dealing with a made man Is you with the mob though

Tie them boys like shoe strings And step on them like pronto

This is Persona baby

Know what I'm saying

It's about getting this motherfucking money

And it's about never dressing like a **** like you

Ha

Bitch ass ****