From the shatter sheets to the envy you owed me on that beat lil homie I seen the product from the streets… waking up working my ass off for you to cop my lyrics homie I sent it straight.. I was proud of you when you made 50 on the beat, lil homie I’m first I’m spitting free throws like Blake griffin and Al Pacino.. this beats got me down I’m mad my frown It’s stupid from the smoke that I blow 2000ft. In seconds you already know it’s hectic.. Bass beating to a Jdm coming in clutch wheels smoking on the inbound.. It’s a freight train smoking like coal burning a whole pound I’m Lungz I hit the ground running Boots heavy lead plated this is crazy my beats hit the south side of the levy we’re in Mississippi… The catfish taste like mud from the city were rolled up on the spit fire and were litty tittie.. Making lyrics that hop and jump to a beat on a verse it’s Hawaiian rain that’s on the shirt it’s 50 or it’s a perk.. Slow lane trying to blaze to this 1 time her ass is shaking booty look like J- Low it’s hash holes and play dough.. and you ain’t ready to stay tho you say it’s strange.. I say it’s fake bro.. how you call me out and not even rap against the beat tho.. jealous cause it’s meeeee brooo…