my check long as her confession
i ain't tripping off no nigga bitch
i post a pic and make him sick
i'm taking blunts straight to the face
but he just gon' take a tylenol
we gon' bring right on your street
fencing dms and them tweets like when you coming back with that heat?
i ain't even that close to reaching my peak
that's somebody you trying to keep?
don't let that nigga come around me
ready to rumble shit yeah
i'm finna level up on these bitches like fuck all that humble shit
and whatever come with it
showtime bring the whole game through the back do'
full riders say good weed and enough food for a fat hoe
this act broke like i peep shit then i act slow
my check long as her confession
i'm shit cause i ain't never had no pot to piss in
dick crooked like a muthafuckin politician
i like to wear my shirts with the fucking chains open
i drunk so much pussy last night i got a hangover
it ain't no sleep until i impregnate my vault
swagging like i could play back-court for the hawks
i don't even think weed strong unless that i cough
in my mama's house so big she went downstairs and got lost
i know i'm blessed cause i don't believe in luck
looked in the mirror like
you the only one that i trust"