Yeah,
It's me!
Feels good,
Carolina, what up? (Blazing)
Fayettenam, what up?
Therapist.
Yo, ay, Yo!
You n***as gotta be outta your rabbit a** mind,
A savage over this cabbage,
You really think I'm finna let your f*ggot a** shine? (no)
Whipping n***as like big body Cadillacs,
I'm on my grind, yo,
Bonafide hancho,
I could see through you n***as with cataracts, blindfolds,
As matter of fact, I'm so bomb- n***as scatter that,
n***as that, n***as so rat, n***as better act pronto,
My whole state in a reign, better pack ponchos, y'all know.
sh** is real in the ville, you could die slow or quick,
Survival's a b**h!
But everybody don't meet her, so tuck the nine yo,
Wherever y'all roll, n***as allergic to 5-4.
God knows I don't put up no facade, no,
No fraud, n***as scheming like Side-Show Bob,
Keep my eyes so wide, not another wise,
Disrespect me, you could watch your mother sigh,
From the other side, punk-a** n***a.
Jump and get lumped fast, throw you in the trunk,
Blast pop while I pump gas,
Skunk a** n***as is trash, you need a sponge bath,
My n***as will ride all day like a funpa**,
That's some New York sh**,
I'm from the south, though,
Don't never disrespect me, watch yo' mouth hoe,
I got agent clout though, y'all n***as dissin' me is doubtful.
You talk sh**? Watch your life fade like the outro!