f**
Grr
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
Ayo, the Glock in the Canada Goose
One shot, knocked the f** n***a head loose (boom)
We the truth
Teaching down every weekend rules
Your neighbourhood drug lords, Patrick Moss
Meech with the 7 why I clapped the 4s
Started with a 8-ball, then graduated
Shootouts, a thousand shots, no exaggeration
I should've put a trash bag over the stick
I should've put the trash bag over the stick
Ayo, whip the coke like a maniac (whip)
Fieg, Mr. Max on the Yankee hat
Supreme [?], shoutout to CNN (salute)
Seein' is believin', you was sleepin' in
I was becomin' the legend by the second
I'm like Jesus, don't ever second guess me (f** 'em)
He tryna front like the trunk ain't in the front (skr)
In Morton's, eatin' filets all month
I'm gorgeous, why my waves on spun
Your pockets like a raisin in the sun
Mine's like Creflo in his prime
I'm like Gretzky with two 9s
Boom boom boom boom boom
I should've put a trash bag over the stick (grr)
I should've put the trash bag over the stick
Boom boom boom boom
I'm tired of it
You know, what if I took this gun, right?
And blow your motherf**in' brains out
Then you'd bleed, just like me, you lil snake
I don't care about my life anymore, do you understand?
I don't give a sh**, I don't care