Drums on the k
Magazines on the waist
Lil syrup on the j
Listen bitch im getting paid
Pale lover blowing haze
And she cum when I say
I just talked to the plug
And the drugs on the way
Cannonballed into the Bentley azure
Put peddle to floor
Then I talk to the Lord
Bitch that mean that I just dropped off my top
Bitch that mean she gon catch it when i pop
What the f*ck you mean wait
Tylisha had to get it
Stacking figures on figures
Apparitions riding with us
Dead presidents briefcased in the whip
Flow switching like gears
Taking off when I shift
They won't be missed
Once they get a whiff a this
They gon sniff
Bitch take a hit
I am smoking that piff
Blunts stupid thick
Nuggets size of my fist
Im so f*cking lit
Bruh im so f*cking lit
All I ever wanted was more drugs Currency and love
But all I see is smug
On these faces
Not to mention marginalization
So what do you do
When the world is just hating on you
Would you turn sweet or stay real And keep your above that water
Or end up a lamb to the slaughter
Father forgive em
They do not know what they do
They do not know that Im you
They must be off the goop
Thinking Tylisha gon lose
Cunt Im never gon lose
Knock yo punk ass out yo shoes
Cause you tried to front on my crew
Dirty Suburban Kids fool
Adult swim on the tube
F*ck nigga im on that shit
And you are so not so hop right off my dick
Dsk sealab homie thats the clique
Play with my drugs i might just throw a fit
Leave the function with nothing but yo bitch
I thought told moherf*ckers
I am the shiznit
Bitch I be the shiznit
Beware this just the beginning