Sith Lord

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) Do the dash in a Scat, fly it like a X-wing Bitch, I'm Mr. Pull Up To The Bank And Make The Check Ping Back to back champ, yo team losing like the tenth seed I'll cut the traction off and make the 'Vette squeak Ksubi jean rocker, riding 'round with some bean poppers Everybody five plus, we don't do the team hoppers Scam vet, 2016, I would've green dot her 7.62s demolish shit, this a tree chopper Punching like a boxer, I don't box but we can box you up Three five of Jelly Bean Pie, taking toxic puffs How is you the source? Placed an order, you ain't got enough Dog Shit Militia, cracking cards got my pockets stuffed Made some shit off that one shit, shoutout Donald Trump Samsung freezer, ten minutes, turn the Wock' to slush It's gon' be a long night if I pop the trunk Grab a coat, it's a cold night when I rock the buffs You didn't know? It's time to get to it Bro hitting whippits, clutching Glocky in this bitch zooted Real shooter, only swish too Tool got a ladder, hit his crib tryna improve it Chop talking, Wock' dropper, swerving in the newest Demon I just hit the mall again 'cause I was Gucci fiending If we ever had a conversation, I was rudely speaking Better have that same energy when that tooly swinging Head nodding 'cause this song a hit Crackhead, spilling red on 'em, I be dogging kicks Upgraded ten on it, finna frost the kicks .223s knock the dreads off him if he talking shit, huh Vanilla giffies in the trunk, in the rental road running Beamed up, Darth Maul, bro double pole clutching You blowing up her phone? I got her in here toe touching This drum mag' real as me, it's a whole hunnid Head to toe, check her down like a Louis mannequin Skywalking off the Runtz, I feel like Luke and Anakin Drip God, damn near a pool I'm standing in In the newest pair of Crocs, blow, scooping packages If it's up, we gon' handle it Uncle Scam, best believe that I'm taxing him This shit getting easy, I don't need the practicing You gon' end up head on the curb if you flash a blick In my Air Forces like a Jedi I pull up from wherever, bitch, I got some deadeye Widebody, hogging two lanes, this a red eye He said I won't hit his bitch but bet I, huh Lemme stop, cooking up, Betty Crock Dime bag copper? Boy, that's you, I don't petty shop Looking like I got expelled in these Fendi flops Thigh pad in these 'Miri jeans, lost a heavy knot Catch him at the light, we gon' leave him with a totaled whip I don't stress no more 'cause I know I'm it The sauce ain't for sale, that shit over with Heard yo unky crying in the trap, tryna hold a brick Old-ass, poor-ass, bitch Ayy, ShittyBoyz