[Hook]
I wanna f** up a check then I look at my demons complain...
I got the swag, the juice, I drip on my haters for days...
Chasing my demons right outta the heavens, y'all n***as just couldn't behave...
Drive through, pull up skeet, I'll get me some p**y to go...
I wanna hop on your b*tch then I walk out the room like a boss...
Playing my part in this b*tch, I light up a dubbee to pause...
Right in the sty for days, I work for a couple of K's...
f** if I die today, I'd wake up and do this again...
[Verse]
f** it I'm right in my zone and I'm working for cash and Vlone...
F*cking medusa typa b*tches, turning my d*ck into stone...
Started with nothing for something, I'm chasing y'all n***as to poverty...
Poverty not for me, shocking these n***as to d**h like Zeus from Greek mythology...
Psychology, b*tch I been working for money, you're selling your soul like its property...
Life is a b*tch and I'm grabbing that b*tch by the neck just to get her to cough up a cheque...
You cannot conquer, putting myself on the spot and I light a dubbee for confidence...
Putting a sock in it, putting my soul on these beats not only for hugs and a compliment...
B*tch I'm the sh*t and you know it, I'm taking you straight to your doom...
Talking to God on the move and discarding my sins I presume...
Y'all n***as ain't gotta chill, got problems like me on the loose...
The money, the p**y, the fame are just part of my dreams I presume...
Working without an academy f*ck it I'm more than a rookie, I ain't gotta prove it...
B*tch I'mma s**er for bucks and a s**er for booty and b**bies, psychotic I lose it...
I put in work and y'all n***as play rock, paper, scissors for p**y...
Admire that p**y? I think of psychotic maneuvers for money to prove I can do it, you knew it
[Hook]
I wanna f** up a check then I look at my demons complain...
I got the swag, the juice, I drip on my haters for days...
Chasing my demons right outta the heavens, y'all n***as just couldn't behave...
Drive through, pull up skeet, I'll get me some p**y to go...
I wanna hop on your b*tch then I walk out the room like a boss...
Playing my part in this b*tch, I light up a dubbee to pause...
Right in the sty for days, I work for a couple of K's...
f** if I die today, I'd wake up and do this again...
***Bickering in studio***
[Acapella]
See I'm the priest with all the scriptures...
Still getting love from all the dirtiest of sinners...
They told me they'd be better fishes in the sea, I got a b**h with new scales and she proud that I'm the fisher...
See I'm f*cking up the game, my pockets getting pregnant...
Haters getting morning sickness cause I'm throwing caskets...
n***as hate saying my work is fake, plastic...
Tell em keep the bullsh*t to yourself until your pants sagging n***a
Yeah!