b**h n***a you can't find me
Up on the charts you see me climbing
Like Ralston i cut these b**hes off
Purple for my cough my arm two shots with a sawed off
Chasing dragons black magic hitchu with the matic
Lucy in my mouth like dissert
Tripping hard rolling up the swishers
I take your queen like Bobby Fisher
Bet yell f**in miss her
I watch that b**h scissor while I'm sip sip sip sippin on some sizzurp
My son in my eye just like just a glitter
I'm hiding and I won't come out pause just like a clitor
I'm just us on that short bus
Im stuttering like Gus
Dont get offended whats with all the fuss
Shouts out Mike Russ
Trappin is a must
Here no one you can trust
I eat it upward from the crust
That womans face is where I bust