Yeah (yeah)
(Okay, K Money)
Yeah (you know what the fuck goin' on)
Niggas couldn't catch me while I'm sittin' still
Shorty baby wet mouth with me, this bitch need a bib
Need an R&B deal, singin' to get out the sale
If I had a heart surgery, the doctor'd freeze to death (swear to God)
I'm still gettin' money, you know me, man, all is well (all is well)
Did a one-on-one with your ho', I'm lil' Arnez (Arnez)
Y'all niggas drinkin' Paul Pierce, I'm on all red (yeah)
Thousand dollar for the Denim Tears, rhinestones in 'em
I ain't actin' like her boyfriend, I ain't roleplaying (nah)
Baptize me in the bath with Wock', I can't soul cleanse
No fork, no knife, scrape the pot out with a coat hanger (skrrt)
Veeze ain't nothin' special, just a nice dressing ho' taker
Play with me, know better
Like Vic, known setter (known setter)
Sorry for my influence, I'm they favorite trendsetter
Brodie down to kill a kid, he'll shoot up a pep rally (he'll shoot up pep rally)
These niggas some fuckin' fags, they should be on P-Valley (they should be on P-Valley)
This spot ain't for chillin', boy, this the dope house
My dawg named his daughter Dylan from dealin' coke out (yeah)
Fuck all that dog breeding, boy, we got H block
Chane' bag for my main bitch, four pounds of 'za
Racks got me geeked, I can't even sleep, above high (I can't sleep)
Took a jet plane to an island, fuck a boat ride
Been done killed a nigga for his lane, boy this my time (bow)
Took a tablespoon of Wockhardt, I need to slow down
These pills make your heart pound, make your eyes pop
Perc' pill make my arms itch, make me fight nod
Came up lil' dirty young dealer, servin' grandmas (serving grannies)
He down to his knuckles, need a bug, that's that crumb opp (that's that crumb opp)
I don't know how y'all listen to niggas who on Crime Stoppers (them niggas snitching, huh?)
I don't fuck with police, my first job was doin' SWAT watch (my first job was doin' SWAT watch)
I'ma raise the murder rate, then tweet, "I pray the violence stop" (yeah)
I make sure that blue stay up to the ceiling, guess I'm Bob Marley (you hear me?)
I'm the chlorine, baby, these niggas watered down (yeah)
I don't want no thotties near me, only Barbie dolls (nah)
Seen a bitch speak, I ain't speak, holier than thou (know that)
Shit gettin' sweet, labels at my feet, large amount (shh)
Doin' deals neat, this the corner suite trap spot (yeah)
I done grew a lot, servin' niggas I could slime out
Do the drill on feet, take that boy ID, face shot
All my niggas stand over shit, we don't do drive-bys
He don't want his bitch at the house, he got a child lock (he got a child lock)
He a throwback pic baller, ain't been fresh since prime now (ain't been shit since prime now)
Nigga, you ain't shit but square protection, you an OtterBox
Find me a space helmet, I'm so fly, bitch, I'm an astronaut
Send a bad bitch somewhere overseas to get her ass soft
Take her to Hermès from double G to do a bag swap
Niggas got no motion, tryna diss to get they fans up
All the shade they throwin', it ain't workin', I got tan lines, nigga
Dig what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggas better know what the fuck goin' on, man
Ganger mafia, nigga, ain't no more of that fake shit
None of that cap shit, man
Now I'm back, before I was waitin', brother that's just what it is, man
Yeah (yeah)
