| Coming live from the stash house |
| Taking all of the trash out |
| High ceiling like Shaq’s house |
| Every time that I rap now |
| They all want me to pay dues |
| Trap here like escape rooms |
| Heating up like it’s late June |
| Stop believing the fake news (huh, huh) |
| Ain’t no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded |
| Why they do me foul now? |
| Fuck it, bucket, count it (and one, uh) |
| They’re calling me soft, they’re not really wrong |
| I’m rocking velour (huh) |
| You not on a boat, well that doesn’t matter |
| We going for shore |
| No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I’m Ben Baller |
| They got me up in court, I’m with the set like Travis Barker |
| Ain’t no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker |
| They can’t jack it, I’m a fire starter |
| Wait, wait, wait |
| Give me that velour outfit, nigga |
| Sure, anything |
| Gimme your shoes too, bruh |
| Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do fucking anything |
| We gon' tie you up, bruh |
| Say less |
| In and out the back quick |
| They cannot see me like I’m backlit |
| Everybody told me I was batshit |
| Now they looking past like a has-been |
| Stay up in the back like an ad-lib |
| They ain’t really cracking like a ChapStick lip |
| They don’t wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is |
| But I swing big, don’t I? |
| Smoking marijuana |
| I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana |
| I’m cold-blooded with this shit, I’m coming like iguana |
| They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor |
| That would be |
| Why, that’s hearsay |
| Mobbing with the gang |
| If you hating then it’s fear-based |
| You don’t know a thing 'bout us baby, that is clear as day |
| I’m just with my friends smoking marijuana |
| Why, that’s hearsay |
| Mobbing with the gang |
| If you hating then it’s fear-based |
| You don’t know a thing 'bout us baby, that is clear as day |
| I’m just with my friends smoking marijuana |