I’m out there grinding and walking wit my stick #kowan1 #drifgang we make out and kiss them she suck on my dick One shot from this glock all I gotta do is click Run down on that bitch and pull out the 47 Trappin, 11 Hairy boy lil devin Ima count to seven for you to get out my crib chillin eating shrimps and prime rib why you gotta fib let’s turn it up a little That boy wanted to fight so he punched me but he it hurt becuase I’m made of steel I’m like ironman I’m not gon fuss up again I’ve been running up my bands 7 hour till the plane lands my group my gang where I stand I need to shoot let go of my hand I got my blanket we gon wrap up the body smackin that thick ass she’s a hottie I ain’t running wit my thotie I got my mop stick It gon click together real fast like a chop stick tryna be sneaky with that oil butchu not slick bad girl she thick is my homies dub me up and my bitches are my opps I ain’t referring to cops 6 am in canada tryna find out the maxima I never run out of stamina I ain’t dumb A+ on algebra cus you know I ain’t stupid dreams stay lucid (you know I ain’t stupid ) nobody tryna clutch up and tryna get at my mans drinking it up we gon empty the cans everybody think that they know me by they just my fans disappearing and popping out like I’m sans you ain’t gon catch me while wearing vans only on occasion yea yea yea -chorus-