| Pull up wit' the stick like Gandalf |
| Iced out sum like Wim Hoff |
| Blanc paint job like Benoit |
| All my haters gettin' flipped off (fuck you) |
| OG kush inna ziplock |
| I’m really deaf to the shit talk |
| All blue hunneds might cripwalk |
| 5 4 3 2 1 thas lift off |
| I’m wit' a red head bitch like Lois Griffin |
| Red Ferrari rev the engine (skrt, skrt) |
| Double cuppin', champagne sippin' |
| Is I’m ballin' jus a smidgen |
| I’m really back in my bag |
| I’m really makin' a wave |
| They thought I was dead |
| They tryda put me in that bag |
| They tryda put me in the grave |
| But fuck what they say I’m ill |
| Gallery department garments |
| All a y’all shit so garbage |
| Lil bitch don’t get me started (aye, what) |
| Kapital denim |
| Black paint job white stripes like Venom (like Venom) |
| Aye, yeah |
| Tryna talk like me |
| Tryna walk like me |
| My shoes won’t fit 'em, lil' bitch |
| Aye |
| AE86 Toyota (Aye, what) |
| Flow so hot when the mixtape drop they gon' wan put that shit in the Moma (aye) |
| Stars on my kicks like Blackstar |
| Inna 240sx gon Nascar |
| I’m a fye flame spitta like Charzard |
| Wake up the whole damn block when the car start, Bitch |
| Bitch we bout to blow like TNT |
| Stepped out in some Bathin' APE (thas Bape Bape Bape) |
| Stuffed an eight up in a russian cream |
| Fuckin' wit the gang its RIP |
| All my opps is smokin' on stems and seeds (yuh, bitch) |
| Midwest boys we smokin' on Cali weed (smokin' on gas bitch) |
| Arcteryx all on me my Goretex clean (Arcteryx, ooh) |
| Pull up and we screamin' out MOB (Money over bitches, boy you know what it is) |