Yo yo whipping in my cadie bad bicths all beside m plus I got a automic Glock for the oops on the block I fuck with my crew like dog it’s nothing new stunting in a whip with a new bicth rims spinning windows tinted pimping I ain’t tripping whipping up coke in the lab plus your girl a fan I’m poping rubberbands bicths know I’m the man in my city wit heat fuck all the ops shit ain’t nothing to me I always keep shit g that’s 1000 to me fresh in the whip plus I look so g I all the lady’s love me blowing clouds in the city wit a hundred fifty rounds tell me shit ain’t going down but I dog I don’t duck around ARS with binary triggers an ak47s with maylays turn this shit into mayday I play with a Al an spray ur brains all over the place an my bicth bad like Harlow Quinn I spit so sick like lighting strighgtimg I hit like miketisen my mind keeps on fighting writing rhymes I’m sick up in my mind realize my material is just so derail acrobatic I’m raping on attics u problauy spit some wack shit