I'm tryna hop in the mosh pit and rage out with my fans
She off the pink, yeah, yeah, somebody bring her a fan yeah, yeah
I need that back end before I walkup in the front
That lil boy ain't worth nothing, his net worth ain't worth a dollar
I'm up 5 a.m. in the morning, counting up some dollars
When I ain't int the trap I'm at the crib with a bad model
Smoking the za pourin a pint of lean in a Fanta bottle
Shit was clear now it's purple like a damn Raven
All that rap, cap in his shit, ain't hearing what he sayin
I pop a perc and f*ck that pussy like I'm super saiyan
She thinks she a bad bitch, yeah, yeah, I told her come f*ck with me
She wanna act all crazy, act out like she don't know who the f*ck I am
I got a red carpet, bitch, out in public, wanna take a pics
I'm still rocking mason margiela for my damn kicks
Bro got a AR with that scope, I bet he won't miss
That boy, he said he got a problem, bet he won't diss
No more wit & wisdom now, cause they moved the spot
Can't go and trap out of them apartments, cause they made it hot
Before this rap shit, I was in the kitchen, scraping pots
It's no smoke purp but I been doin' donuts out the f*ckin' lot
Yeah, hop on a PJ and I'm out to Europe
Yeah, I'm gettin high today, I'm pourin' syrup
Pussy boy, I rock the party, you just drinking beer
And all that love shit be cap, yeah, it ain't sincere