[Verse]
So it seems y'all f**boys wanna envy me but
I dont give a damn
Catch these hands
No need for the blade when a weak a** jit come for the f**ing play
Send that addy
Or end up at your place
Aiming at your f**ing face
Bout to catch a case, gotta flee back to the base
Lowkey with my bae
Coolin' with Kagome
And the f**ing homies
Cold as f**
Degrees in the 40s
f**in' with them shawties
King of the Hill
Propane tanks on me
I'm bout to blow these
Tom and Jerry sh**
I'm bout to count cheese
At the top I see me
Just like Eazy-E
Hangin' with my f**ing Gs
Gs for the goons that hold me down to never meet my doom
Gs for the genius
Straight up on Venus
Out of this world
Gs for the Grimes that hold my spine
And never waste me time
[Outro]
Love ya homies
A to the S to the E
B to the Y to the P
That's my clique, yuh