I love to skate, I love the friends I'ma fuck this bitch from the backend I'ma fuck this bitch from the backend In the trap, whip it, I got packs in Studio's like a traphouse, crackin' Might prefer tonin' to my best friend I'ma probably put dick in intestines I'ma probably put dick in intestines I'm feelin' like a king, champion Vetements on the pants, champion I feel like a real nigga, you a mannequin Walkin' 'cross the sky high, feel like Anakin Dodgin' bullets all day, I feel like Flanigan Uh, Gucci and Louis all on my flannels then Uh, 'Preme all over my 5 Panel, yeah Huh, used to skateboard back as a kid Coolin' back at the crib For the red coats listenin', boy, I'm back at the brib bickin' back Talkin' dumb, get it in, choppa stick you like a motherfuckin' pen or a needle or a tack Bitch, I'm under attack, off the Percs, they gon' beat me to death 'cause I love how they feel Mama scared that I may overdose on the house on the hills with a stomach full of pills I ain't trippin', I'm just livin' I'll fuck her, put her on the ad-libs, ad-hitter I may just fuck her, then add her sister, I'm realer Adolf with the gun, uh, no Hitler I'ma ball on they ass, yeah, I'm in her Left her drunk like Rosé, uh, straight liquor But I don't need 'em drunk, aha I ain't Bill Cosby, I'm not that type of guy, uh Freestyle flows, I could rap, for real You can catch me boolin' in the trap, for real They sleep on me, take a nap, for real And I don't give a fuck where you at, for real I grew up with them niggas that'll shoot to kill I feel like Fresh Prince 'cause it's in my will And I understand what you don't Uh, I'll fuck the bitch, but you won't, you can't She a baddie, paid for her ass, so now she got a fatty Outer space, high off the Percs, I'm on Saturn I could fuck your bitch and leave, it really don't matter Try me if you wanna, you can get smoked like Marijuana Grew up with niggas on the corner Brother locked up, money on his book, sporters Chef Boyardee, up in the kitchen, cookin' orders Pimp slap you, now your ass talkin' with a disorder Huh, movin' money faster than them niggas 'cross the borders I'm the type of nag who'll burn it down in that order I'ma ride–, uh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh, uh She a rider, and she feelin' suicidal, uh Heroin, she gon' put it in her vitals I'm her hero, but she indecisive, uh We can have anything, but I don't need a title, uh Put that on my life, uh, rifle of the Bible, uh Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh Worried 'bout my life, rifle of the Bible, uh Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh Worried 'bout my life, rifle in the Bible, uh Kinda indecisive, uh, kinda indecisive, uh Worried 'bout my life You should be worried 'bout your wife, yeah All these hoes trif' Feelin' like Lil Yachty, only give her one night Chicago to LA, I just took the first flight Try me if you want, trust me, you gon' die Leave you traumatized, put that on my life Talent for days, off the Percs, fightin', got balance for days Niggas scared to vote, there's a ballet for reasons I don't give a fuck 'cause it's not my season Ballin' on these hoes, boy, you know I need it Ain't on her period, she thought she was bleedin' Beat it up good and bad at the same damn time Then done got arrested for the same damn crime Then I build up on the fuckin' dime Try me, that's okay, I send a nigga for your life Feel like I'm the man (mumble), right? Buckle up, fuck it, it's gon' be a long ride, uh I'm finna rap on this shit again Yeah That beat's fire too, yeah You think you 'bout it? I'm really 'bout it (Mumble) Nah, that's fire, yeah Forget about it Bro hard as hell with that shit Forget about it Say she wanna have my–, uh, forget about it Say she wanna be my lady, forget about it Bitch, you gotta be crazy, forget about it, hum Say she wanna have my baby, forget about it Say she wanted to be my lady, forget about it She say she wanna be my lady, forget about it I just– (mumble), then forget about it I used to take Xans, fuck 'em, then forget about it Take your shit about it Got your whole shit surrounded, you could forget about it Try me if you really 'bout it, you could forget about it You that nigga? Well, I doubt it, you can forget about it Uh, uh, first class on they dumb ass Uh, uh, glowed up on they bum ass Uh, uh, big blunt, puff, puff, pass Uh, uh, OG, you smoke grass, uh I remember rollin' mid as a little kid Now, I'm off the pills on a house in the Hills Never gave a fuck how a fuck nigga feel Get up off my dick and let a young nigga live I'ma do my thing, married to the money, bought the bitch a weddin' ri-I-ing I rap, I trap, I sing, crown me right now, I'm the motherfuckin' ki-I-ing Niggas want drama, Jerry Spring', this is real-life beef, we don't do TV-e-e Gassed up like I'm at BP, feel like John Cena, these niggas can't see me-e-e Hell yeah, you don't got Adidas, but I'll give you shells, yeah Fuck with me, I may just send you straight to Hell, yeah Locked up there forever, you don't got a bail, yeah In a hotel, lookin' for the bellhop, I ain't takin' this luggage upstairs, uh-uh I ain't takin' this luggage upstairs, bitch, stop I'ma do the pills till my fuckin' jaw lock Whole time I'ma drop when the fuckin' beat drop Talkin' shit, you get cooked like a noodle, uh, uh Talkin' shit, I'll make you shine like a new watch I don't gotta shoot, my brodie bought a new Glock Rockstar status, grew up in the attic With my brother in the basement, whippin' shit up for the addicts Makin' money is a habit, everyday I gotta have it Life is a ass, sometimes you gotta grab it, haha I can't manage, thank God everyday, this shit wasn't in the plannin' Goin' nuts like a brand-new package of the Planters Feel like I'm Hulk, motherfucker, Bruce Banner I'ma ball on these hoes Do that everyday, feelin' like D, rose Fifty points, fadeaway, try me if you want, woah All smoke, L-O-L to the bank, that's a good joke Run up on me, you get hit, choppa backstroke Shorty is a freak how she deep throat She get lost in the sauce, no Nemo Hop on my dick like a bike, ride that shit like Deebo Need a cheat code, G-Money callin' me the cheat code Makin' music, singin' like the Glee show Ask your bitch, she knows, yeah I'm not a hero, I'm a villain So sick, after me, you need some Penicillin Suck a dick, hell yeah, disrespectful with children Never gave a fuck, I'm a disrespectful-ass children That's just how it is, that's just who I am I do what I want, these niggas doin' what they can Choppa on me, up that Tec–, ooh, hold on Choppa on me, up it, attached to my arm like Megaman AK on my hip, I feel like Afghanistan Fuck her up in sixty seconds, V-12, Minuteman But off of the Percs, I could always last Off of the Percs, I be on her ass Ballin' so hard, I don't even pass Leave a pussy nigga leakin', need a Maxi Pad Harder than a nigga tryna catch a Taxi cab Call of Duty Uzi, it's a nasty lag, yeah, yeah Goddamn (Mumble) I'm high, bro, fuck –Intercourse? I don't know, lil nigga, hum I do not know you I do not know you, I got amnesia No, I'm not Kodak, I'm not from the Noya, but, boy, I'll kidnap you, don't tease me She suck my dick, ayy She suck my dick, your bitch can please me You is a sucker, you a lil lollipop Boy, yeah, RIP to triple X, man