Aye, I say they hate us like they ain't, like look around, who else do I blame?

Manishewitz got me light-headed, go against the migraine

I popped off, then I slid to icebox when I used to try chains

Warranty when I cop the right rocks, shit'll up the crime rate

You live bait

When I swing this stick them boys gon' migrate

Johnny Kapahala back on board before I try trait

Annihilate, I was toting three rounds through the Tri-State

And I'll never wink before I squeeze you, shooting eye blanks

Came up snatching Cubans off, that boy be off the chain

I got my lick right back in blood, taste it in the rain

Pull up game overactive, take it up with Hanes

I whip the glove off 'fore skeet like this a hockey game

I swing the stick like Jack Hughes, I heard he dreidel gang

I call my financial advisor, say, "I broke the bank"

They say they hate us but they ain't gon' know who else to blame

They say they hate us but they ain't gon' know who else to blame

And really, it's just me, you, and Johnny Dang

I conceal the fye so good, it's my eternal flame

And you igniting my eternal flame

She gon' drop the top but she got diamond fangs

Aye, I'm 'bouta dump my clip, aye, I'm tryna pop my shit

Aye, I'm getting bread like I'm a Ruben, bust a all-white fit

I might propose with just a watch, like, "Take this off my wrist"

I bought a buttstock with the blackhead, I'm tryna pop my zits

And I might paint the opps scat-red for all the blood they shit

I'm only gon' connect about that cheddar, look at the flick of that wrist, aye

Look at the flick on my kicks, aye

Look at the clip on the blick

Look at the way that I alter the back of the gun and I done created a switch

You'd think I put her in charge of the pub how she be doing the splits

How she be doing the splits, aye, I'm at your low like you scam hookers

I stopped having them street dreams, I couldn't bring my glizzy to camp Woodward

It was just me and that damn Fuller

It was just me and that, aye

I'm in the yo, I'm sharpening all of my knives, I feel like Benny the Butcher

Walk with a limp, I'm too raw, I don't need a cane, we don't be coating with sugar

Slimey ass jit, I'm flossing these big boy diamonds, I just be picking my boogers

I got the whole left side of my body up north

I don't be doing no one footers

I don't be doing no one footers

I don't be doing no one foot

Came up snatching Cubans off, that boy be off the chain

I got my lick right back in blood, taste it in the rain

Pull up game overactive, take it up with Hanes

I whip the glove off 'fore skeet like this a hockey game

I swing the stick like Jack Hughes, I heard he dreidel gang

I call my financial advisor, say I broke the bank

They say they hate us, but they ain't gon' know who else to blame

They say they hate us, but they ain't gon' know who else to blame