Ay, yo

Yeah, I got sticks in green, that's celery

I was in Bristol servin' ketamine

Say you got this and that, stop deadin' me

Burn that bridge, he got turned to a frenemy

Big four-four barks, just like a pedigree

Say you on smoke, well, I'm bored, then you better be

Yeah, we got more cut beef than celery

Oxy', me, and adrenaline

I can take back ties, there's four in a ride

One six-shot spinner, unlimited bang

E-eight don't count, it's basically nine

The shots that we're lettin' off go in the night

Just stirrin' the pot like I'm whippin' up rice

Things in my pouch get the junkies high

Wack stuff in the oven, ain't cookin' a pie

Smoke paper planes while I'm lettin' them fly

I don't wanna hear no back and forth

Or backroad talk, just back your sword

I'll boot down doors in black Air Force

Double tap straps like YouTube Shorts

Don't spill your sauce, like HP horsepower, up in this Porsche

Dash from the port

Just seen blue lights in the back

So you know that we're goin' off-course, of course

Yeah, I got sticks in green, that's celery

I was in Bristol servin' ketamine

Say you got this and that, stop deadin' me

Burn that bridge, he got turned to a frenemy

Big four-four barks, just like a pedigree

Say you on smoke, well, I'm bored, then you better be

Yeah, we got more cut beef than celery

Oxy', me, and adrenaline (whoa, whoa)

And, yeah, I got TT flower like Fifi

Cats on me, they sayin', "Come feed me"

Pebs like DB, sat in a trap with a broken TV

It's way too cold, got snow in our bando

I'm tryna cut crisp, but it's way too breezy

Easy-peasy, raisin' funds, yo, I'm rizzy

Askin' the money, "Do you love me like Kiki?"

I swear, I got love for the P's (P's)

It don't mean pussy and power

Goes without sayin', got love for the G's (G's)

Ki-Ki-KitKat sat in the trap

They comin' like Reece, they ask for a piece

Now they thinkin' the worst like

Please, cut this lil' baby nine up on me

Like they're tryin' to co-sign on me

Feds wanna see what they find on me

Opps sayin' that it's on sight with me

But they ain't gonna do that with a knife on me

Peekaboo like it's hide-and-seek

I was gonna slide out, but it's not that deep

'Cah these man ain't no threat in these streets

I was in the dash from PC Steve

'Cah he want me knicked for the white and weed

Yeah, I got sticks in green, that's celery

I was in Bristol servin' ketamine

Say you got this and that, stop deadin' me

Burn that bridge, he got turned to a frenemy

Big four-four barks, just like a pedigree

Say you on smoke, well, I'm bored, then you better be

Yeah, we got more cut beef than celery

Oxy', me, and adrenaline