I been moving weight yeah I been moving weight half a million dollars flying down the interstate in a Chevrolet smooth as creme brulee damn bass make the window shake that shake and bake is gonna make rocking in a bottle I can't take no breaks I never sleep too busy weighing up amphetamines the med-a-seen like kerosene have you fuckin geeked got you fuckin tweeked bet you'll turn out give another week another freek turning tricks need to get some paper up he gotta get another fix this is the nitty gritty darker shit that all these studio gangsters feel uncomfortable with I aint afraid to spit I been legit I qint ever quit climbed to the top of the mountain and fuckin conquered it right now I'm copping shit no poppin shit I'm comin quick bad birches all up on my dick I'm all up on the scene rocking the Tommy jeans like its 93 never given a fuck I say it everytime to remind that you'll find a lifestyle divine wine and dine luxury whips and stretched clips cop us a zip and let's dip to go flip grip the gold drip UAB the cold cliq if you aint down yous a whole bitch spring game first pitch batter lame as he twitch yeah this shit is my niche learn from me I'll enrich show you which hitch to switch shift to get rich quick flick the trick flip the brick hit a lick then lick the stick and light it quick it's a motherfuckin celebration everybody getting lit I been doing it, yeah I been doing it all my homies shooters and they always on some othershit the fuck is this the fuck you mean oh this and that I'll lay you down like heart attack I'll lay you down you take a nap I lay you down no going back no time for rap stay in the trap i leave you handicapped no fuckin cap claptrap strap goin blat like baghdad pedal slap getting gapped horsepower bending my camshaft tap tap the strap leave you scrapped toss the map it's a motherfuckin wrap I'm a psychological supernova King of the ring champions move over I been wading through the mud I been dipped in the water Grandmama taught me forgiveness But these punks had to be slaughtered Do it for the bread Do it for my daughter You do it all for clout Now pay your respect bitch boy i am your father Ol punkass Wanna step up? Leave you broke jawed You got fucked up Don't give a fuck So knuck if you buck Take your bitch you a cuck Fuckin with me boy You pressing your luck And I'll press you for dollars Obedience school Like shock collars You're a fake ass I know shot callers You a wannabe I'm a real baller