Ay ay ay ay im somewhere you dont wanna be like a bald spot before i even rapped i was making jaws drop oh you snitched here go a badge imma call you mall cop don't go touring down that street you gone hit the wrong block my boys still fuckin wit them orange's like he "Larry June" not finna fight you buff niggas I ain't "Terry Cruze" I know you scared of the hoes she had to make the move I'm never scared of the pro's I'm always chasing blues she keep tryna link wit me but her head weak I ran away from baby girl I'm a dead beat I need a blue lamb truck with the red seats and I never come back in least they catch me this whip came from the Dorbie all this horse power her coochie half way wet like a broke shower killed the pu$$y 3 time I fucked the ghost out the realest girl's always be the one with no father fuck that money up front ion need no rapper deal I need the "Ⓜ️" like the logo on a happy meal I'm in the hills got me feeling like I'm "Jacking Jeels" she just sucked the sould out a nigga like a vacuum seel I'm a real rapper no Izzy had to put the hot sauce in the rubber no drizzy family over everything I had lil cuz wit me I was only 18 when I touched my first 50 I ain't never needed money to snatch yo bitch boy I'm sitting on rack like a bag of ships I rather pass the whip pass the strap to my man's he gone bast the block broodie just dropped a new band if I ain't got my gun wit me imma turn to "Micheal Myer's" leave his body in the grass now he look like "Fetter Lizer" and my girl savage to I dare some body come and try brought her to the cock pit now she in auto polit.