Handymandy boy I got that tool that make a caddie flip He disappeared dissin on the net net that’s a majic trick Baby I got Dior on my feet these ain’t champion I double bcced lied when I said I ain’t gone smacc Again Brody just got out and caught a body an went bacc again Told the bitch that she ain’t ready 4 me she can a have friend If you on that road to get rich you gotta have plan Killin shit broi blow the chop like a ceiling fan Got a pretty bitch that set you up just like the middle man Since a jit I was kickin doe’s tryna get them bands Flippin grams call my lil nigga to come get yo man 40 in my pocket feel like webi can picked up my pants Really tripping thirsty wit this crippin ain’t no holding hands I want the bitch but I gave it a thought she post on only fans Niggas talk talk a lot of shit till shit get outta hand Free my killers ima count y’all days tIll y’all get out the jam Catch me in the streets I’m posting music if I’m on the gram