[Verse 1: Church St]
I'm out of this world on my Kakarot sh**
You corny as f** on some Macklemore sh**
I met you one time and I promise you girl, you will never be invited back to my crib
Cause b**hes see treasure, go packing their ships
All around town, smacking they lips
So I can get robbed and be back in the six?
No baby girl, you imagining sh**
I will leave a surprise where your welcome mat is
No mask at all, I get back in the whip
I'm a bad little kid
I get my juice, pour some Actavis in
I'm really too cool to be rapping and sh**
I hate when they ask what my strategy is
I do notes on my phone then go back to the pen
Then go look at my notes, and I'm at it again
[Church St. mumbling:] Yeah (9x)
[Verse 2: Church St]
This weed is so sticky, I can't let it go (NO)
I can't put it down
I'm from Atlanta, the 2- for-the-1, so if you charging more then you ain't from around
Get away from me now (Yep)
And Mia just told me these girls, they keep taking my sound
I posted a link, gotta take the sh** down
If b**hes is copy and pasting the style (damn)
Word to my people, I'm making the tape, and I'm making it now
I can say it out loud, I'm creative and proud
That body of work, yeah I made it my child
I don't believe in ghost
I write my own sh** and I sing my own notes, I'm not playing around
They tell me they wanna come see me, I tell em I ain't been in town
[Church St. mumbling:] Yeah (9x)