Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can
Choppa with a scope got me feeling like the Taliban
Turn 'em to a ghost, like it's motherfuking Pacman
Cutting on some dope and smoking on some Pakistan
Always got a mask and I always leave your pockets broke
I ain't ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though
I ain't giver her cash, if she want it I'ma block a hoe
I ain't ever cap, hitchu wita blicka blocka smoke
Blicka blocka knockin with the choppa on your coffin door
I ain't kill him, I just hit him up and left his collar broke
I ain't finish, I just got the addy I'ma hollow you
I got your bitches number, I never finna call her tho
From da gutter, now I'm moving like I'm undercover
Jacket on my body, hiding everything that's under
Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover
I ain't love her but told that bish, I'm down to go and fuck her
Take ya mother soul, fitty in the clip it at your brudduh soul
He ain't really about it broker his poker face he fucking fold
Fuck 'em though, I ain't need a hunnid need hunnid more
Vamanos, now I'm shipping in I got some money dough
Fuck a hoe, I'ma fly my shawty in from Mexico
Hella dope, only smoking gasoline like Texaco
Medical, I'ma turn a rapper into a vegetable
I'm never eating bullets, only faygo mixed with hella smoke
Pulling right up and I'm putting hunnid
Round drum, it gon' plug up your whip
Pulling right up and I'm putting a hunnid
Round glizzy it shooting and fuck up your faith
Bullet gon' hit 'em, I swear I ain't miss 'em
Or missing my mark, it gon' hollow to ribs
I got a hunnid on me and the glizzy on me
And I buying the morgue like a witch, lil' bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she ain't a ten but I swear that she fuckable, ha