Ayo Fuck a handout I get my own I don't need ya ends We was whippin' work with the stove pilot on medium Weird niggas cappin' about trappin' we not believing them I drop it a point if you comin' to cop at least a ten Gotta couple poppin' spots like cheetah print Me and my guys divide the pie even thirty three percent Mommy said please repent I'm sinning heavy Still touching bloody money ducking dirty D's in the chevy Kept the pieces in the sleeve of my Pelly So I can serve you right quick with ease, just have all of my cheese ready That's how it operates, you ain't fly you just dick ride other niggas cause you ain't got no poppin' traits We out for the cake, pretty thots and lobster plates Fly rocks coppin' potent products that they gotta taste Lock jaws to the zombies by my grandmamas place Ain't got no time to waste You dropped a tape don't give that bullshit no time of day (facts!) Every time I rhyme it's bombs away Can't fuck with nothing that the don display On your best day, claim king nigga checkmate See through you fraudulent niggas like an X-ray We blow trees and pop bottles on an opp's death date For the rest got something hot for your chest plate (bow bow) Motherfuckers Blowin' trees, stone island patches on the sleeve Been active blow the ratchet for the cream Fuck you mean? Bout that action homie fuck a dream Is you the dealer or the fuckin' fiend? Blowin' trees, stone island patches on the sleeve Been active blow the ratchet for the cream Fuck you mean? Bout that action homie fuck a dream Is you the dealer or the fuckin' fiend? Pay the price fuck your lowball cash offers We don't trust knock-off rockers and fast talkers Since a chirp I had orders for the bag snorters Now my thoughts is played all across foreign waters Anything I'm on slaughter, was selling molly to your daughter by the store before I saw a tour bus Ain't shit changed but the size of the package and the nigga that's inside of the casket With the top closed mad stiff thirty thousand hours got it more than mastered So when I rap with whoever be sure to get they ass kicked My rap style is foul Forty-Cals and acid tablets Tribulations and trials dirty dough in my baggage Chicks I made put the work by they pussy to stash it Speedin' fast on the road to everything lavish Blowin' smoke viewin' snakes through these Carti glasses I chop they head they blood splat on my jacket fabric I get mine cause my game intact Better be some of the illest shit you ever heard if my name attached Dope to fiends hear faithfully till they veins collapse Buy and sell it three times what I paid I'm making back