Easter Sunday, she gon lick it like a sundae. I’m trappin and stackin you’re just lackin and cappin. Criss cross, apple sauce, 2 steppin on these bitches double Dutch. Pauly in da trunk rolling blunts w no crutch. I’m huntin snow bunnies like I’m Elmer Fudd. I’m boilin tea plus I’m sippin mudd. All praise to the most high. Eyes low and red, bob marley, no women no cry. Real g’s get flowers for women Lil dawgs buy drinks and be simpin Trappin in the cut with my gang smokin glue Can’t let the hate get to you Hyphy like Yerba mate she gon ride dick crazy off a latte. I’m in the stu cookin up heat no sauté. It’s in the implication. My numbers goin up like inflation. Throwin my hunnids in the club, precipitation. Water on these hoes Fire in these flows Earth in my soul Cold like the Wind from the North Pole Let’s go King of Daygo I’m on top like tornado I’m in the field like a meadow And these bitches wonder why my heart they can’t buy I’m him I’m the guy Call me seal like a eagle I fly