Smoking like a chimney
All i know is fire up
Whip it like a chemist
I'm higher than Mariah
Rich to pick them mic up
Jackson i'm in the And they let me out for a minute
I'm going back in like I left something
One of the best of em and I swang like the rest of em
And I check some?
They suggest us to go broke
Cause we finesse them with that dope
And they respect the game cause they know
East Atlanta made a hood star, Rich Homies who I do it for
Was in Bedford palace on?
Getting off that work and ima spin it till it's gone
Put a door on the beat I go in on every song
I go I go I I go in on every song
I'm show stopping, back handing
Hitting home runs in batting practice
That wood back got cork in it
Baking soda got a fork with it
She seen how long my check was and she tried to make me her boyfriend? No choice with, i'm endorsed with
Gucci, louis my sports gear I stay up like a fork lift
I put cameras in the porsche rear
With only one bullet I was forced to k**
The beat, the instrumental, whatever you call it?
I see you bruh, I go in on every song
A feature, what I need it for
Go in on every song
Spit flame in every line
Cross my t's and dot my i's
sh** a'int sweet, we got k**ers in every spot
Rest in peace to d-raw, free my n***a chicken
I got a smothered onion Off that Cajun chicken
And if your pockets broke let this paper fix it
No lights on when my ice on
That'll make me pa** out
I go in like a closed door