Man, y'all n***as like...
I don't know what's wrong with these s**er-a** n***as, man
Yeah, man
You know, bruh home
The n***a got out of jail, like: :What the f**? Little bruh, you rapping for real?"
Man, I just looked at the n***a, like: "Bruh, I don't what the f** happened to me, man
Think it was the weed"
Yeah, man, auntie's like
Goddamn, man, calls are coming through
Man, I got shows and sh**
On no, no bullsh**, making ten-five a weekend-type sh**
Like, "What the f**? This n***a..."
I was rapping off one mixtape, man
I got a twenty-ounce Sprite bottle on my motherf**ing neck, n***a
Hoes s**ing my dick and f**ing my charm, man
My green bird, but my green bird get more p**y than these n***as, man
Crazy a** n***a, man