I don't give a fuck about the niggas talking bout that dough
On real drift shit, I'm a mother fucking pro
Seen your ass driving slow, rolling down my window
Burner tilted to the side, I heard your momma screaming "baby no!"
25 to life, couldn't give a fuck
Coming down the street, you niggas scream and duck
Panda print burner, got it in the cut
Fucking up my tires screaming "Donut!"
Got your girl and brought her to my bedside
Put her on her knees and made her mouth wide
Said she's gone' take me on a joyride
She ain't fucking with no small fries
Your bitch gave me head on the fucking roadside
Drift an 86, talking dope ride
Murk a nigga and I'm screaming out
No foresight, no foresight, no foresight, no foresight, no foresight
First things first, rest in peace Boba Boyz
No noise coming out from their mouth when the grave stone drops
Straight put us six feet under, no thunder
Can I get a little noise for my boys?
Straight put the time into this shit
Hop a train, travel 30 miles, so I can spit
Copped a gym membership, they getting that shit, no CrossFit
But I gotta keep my nine in the cockpit like it's this or nothing
Niggas think I'm bluffing? Keep talking, it's your ass I'm hunting
Fuck around and play a nigga like a violin
But there ain't gone be no smiling at the funeral
Dressed all white, I ain't putting up a fight
When the reaper comes out, have a nigga scared
Turn out your nightlight, no foresight
Figure it out in your own time, stay in your place and out mine
Get out the way cause I'm coming through
Everybody knows me and not you
Bitch, you shop at Spencers, I stay raw no censors
Bite my tongue for no man, no, this ain't a slow jam
I'm more than annoyed, I'm past tense
Kill you off and leave you in the past tense
We never fell off, we just took a nap
Slept through my alarm, like "oh snap!"
I'm an artist first, and an artist second
I'll keep at it till my death beccons
The only case I ever plan on catching is a brief one
Filled with so much sweet stuff, yeah you know, like a Capri sun
Money can buy happiness if you just spend it wisely
If you wanted my assistance, then you could've asked politely
Cause if crime didn't pay, then I'd probably be a saint
My wanted posters real, your wanted posters fake
If you plan on stepping, then your soul I'm finna take
Make no mistake, I still plan on coming for your head
I guess I'm a baker from the way I make this bread