[Verse 1: Saint George]
Real smooth how the Backwood unwrap
Y'all can't even roll swishers, man's still licking blunt wraps
Blackouts, yeah I been there, done that
Still in the group chat like, where the d** at?
Man's in the corner looking froggy so I gotta make sure that my boy know just where the guns at
I got eyes in the back of my head, see you staring at the table that my people eating lunch at
I can tell that you bogus
With the H&M version of what I got on, rocking fake Jordans hoping i don't notice?
All the b**hes I be f**ing with the coldest
Braids on my head like a '95 juggalo
Hunting for chickens and f**ing these b**hes
I'm on a much higher plane of existence
No time for the feet or the cheek or the chitlins
[Hook]
I'm at the function, bumping Slim Dunkin, Twin Towers
f** whatever's in your blunt b**h I been louder
I got two laptops just to check my balance
I got two laptops and two accountants
And my hotline blingin' about paypal money
Hotline blingin' about paypal money
Fuccboi need a master, I can do that
Or a mixtape cover, I can do that
Wanna cop Jays that I wore while I got my dick s**ed
Bet he'd still pick them up even if he knew that
[Verse 2]
(f** the 12)
I ain't scared of no police
Rose Gold iPhone match the color of my teeth
Got a goth b**h that be doing numbers in the streets
Okay, what you know about beef?
Res. at Urasawa in about an hour
*Skrrt* Nicky Lauda on some downers smokin loud yeah
Start a mosh pit i'm f**ing up the crowd yeah
I'm rabid and on acid if your weed ain't loud don't pa** it
I'm aggressive, skipped the pa**ive and went straight into the smashing
I'm a ba*tard but I know my mama proud of me, Prodigy
Product of society, product of this fire weed
Yeah, I been rolling and smoking since I was eleven I bet it effected my mental health
I first popped a pressie when I was 13 and I never looked down and I fell to hell
Yeah, it's deeper than subtext
Blackest Ever Black while she undress
Deep-seeded unrest
This sh** is political, she get political
[Hook]
I'm at the function, bumping Slim Dunkin, Twin Towers
f** whatever's in your blunt b**h I been louder
I got two laptops just to check my balance
I got two laptops and two accountants
And my hotline blingin' about paypal money
Hotline blingin' about paypal money
Fuccboi need a master, I can do that
Or a mixtape cover, I can do that
Wanna cop Jays that I wore while I got my dick s**ed
Bet he'd still pick them up even if he knew that