Bitch I keep that Drake by my side Talkin' shit, then you really gonna die
Yeah, you know me, bitch, I'm throwin' up the five
I'm takin' shrooms, bitch, I'm higher than the sky
Do you even keep yo pole? Do you even keep that dough
Cause if you don't, you don't even want no smoke
F*ck, boy, yeah, you know I really make you choke
Talkin' all that shit, but I really do the most
Yeah, I'm really sellin' bows, who the f*ck you think you is
Yeah, I'm really shootin' homes
Yeah, I'm really killin' folks, who the f*ck you think you is
Bitch, Ill really make you have a stroke
Yeah, you know I will never fold
You know I been sellin' gold
Got the molly for the low
F*ck, boy, you ain't ever sold a O
Yeah, you know that I'm really in my prime
If you bangin' six, you really gonna die
So you better really just be wise
Cause you know you not that guy
If you want to smoke, then Ill really get you fried
Bitch, Ill really slide at night
I'm the king like where where's my crown
Talkin' shit, I swear to God I'll make you drown
F*ck, boy, yeah, your really just a clown
F*ck, boy, yeah, a body finna be found
When I shoot, yeah, I can make it loud
And when I shoot, I can also not make a sound
F*ck, boy, you really doin' shit just for clout
So f*ck, boy, quit runnin' in your mouth