100 to your head, miss and imma hit your hand (BOW) Put some holes through him like his govy SquarePants If he check the section then he see a hunnid bands (trrrrrrrr) Then he wanna smoke with us, but he got dutty plant See the reason I be seasoned in the underground Cause I delete em if it’s treason, boy how does that sound Blunt in hand, bitch I’m the man, while I be skipping town (BOW) Your girl in hand, cause she a fan, and she be sippin brown Why they wanna fuck with me, I’m quick to handle it You got no energy, that’s why you got the candle lit (phwoosh) I check my phone n see a dm from a candidate She said she hate my music and she ain’t a fan of it (NAH) I couldn’t care less, it hurt but I still got the vest I shut my phone, then I catch my flight to Budapest (meon) If I want my money counted, then I take some rubber bands and some stacks and my brotha he gon do the rest My money fat like a poro, When I put in the time Then I triple it like zoro If a punk ass bitch wanna test me, Then I shove his ass in the ring like Frodo You hear a click it’s not a photo, Now that’s two men down, didn’t know it was a bogo Ashtray sitting in my lap filled with trees Roll one up, puff, buzzin like some bees You talking cash then I’m stackin it My money lard, shit be fattenin When they see my dinero they all freeze like a mannequin They always get to panicking When I seize the high ground I feel like anakin Poppin like some hot rocks Your clique sharin chicken pox Stepping in a pair of docs Your girl want me, no paradox Faithful me, no orthodox I pass her back, she wet like docks Didn’t want her cause she didn’t break in fast like Birkenstocks I’ll invest in many stocks In hopes my money later shocks Shout out Cole shoot gator shots At any wigged out bomboclaat