I stand on a car Fuck with the devil test them if they draw Twenty my pockets racks they in my draws Geeked off that molly tweaking like a crow Thousand all black Im tweaking like a crow He got my back i'm tweaking I don't know That bitch off the snow That bitch off a grow Cool with my friends and my foes Fake bitches start to fold Kicking them fake riches out the door Dom got the pink gripping got the pole I know I know I know I know that she wasn't I guess I'm the I know that she wasn't I guess Im the truth I know that she fucking my bro got the moves They sippin on 'tussin eyes glow like the moon Skate out the coupe and I see the bitch zoom Walk in this bitch she gon blow me bassoon Bitch goin monkey for me like baboon Dom off a perc he be seeing cartoons Slippin them percs he might slide me some blues Walk in the store Im the boss in the room Im feeling broken went bought me some shoes I link with bitches only afternoon Night, yeah, Im crawling that bitch Fight, yeah, I beat up my wrist Night, yeah, Im crawling that bitch Fight, yeah, I beat up my wrist I know I know