Y’all know who it is lemme start it up, in my dcs you can see me looking marvelous, I can promise that you don’t want any part of us, cause my crew bring insanity like a carter dunk, boy I fucking start shit, I been known to instigate, I been known to do my work driving the interstate, I was born ready, I have always been this way, ain’t talking vodka when thinking bout how many shot can his liver take. It ain’t everyday that I be on my goon shit, but you don’t want to be around when I’m catching the mood bitch, this ain’t for my momma no cause I be on my rude shit. I just hope the weatherman don’t end up in a news clip full clips, aim itat your full clique, chop em down, expose of all the evidence telling Dennis we gotta bounce quickly leave the scene for I’m seeing me a cop around, that’s the shit that happen when y’all fuck around I be I be all up on my goon shit. Took a couple mushies now I’m on the moon bitch In a different world outer space that looney tune shit. But it don’t matter homie I’m still making moves quick Like wtf you y’all bout get the strap, but if you taking shots ima send em back, coming with that fuck shit I ain’t really into that, y’all some baby ass dudes get the similac yeah dawg we did it on em wrote the hater anthem cause I be sick of all em, so on point that ya boy is just sick of balling, but i guess ima have to finish on em, I told all first, at least I gave em a warning, before I got wind of it then I started the storming, put the anger to paper and then I started recording, people started noticing then I started the touring weatherman baby where the fuck all the reporters, I gotta gang of homie with me waiting for me to give the orders. I’m blowing up like I’m a mortar, but it’s all cause of the fans and the supporters (Chorus)