I'ma big rich murder kill one or two racks I'ma six feet spender I'm shorter than a Ladder but I see further I'm fly with no feathers my chains predicts the weather I'm so cold I make you sneeze on the leather the people get fed up when I get fatter feed 'em all this sago I shine bright than the peacock feathers I wanna be famous like Shamus kick 'em in the chest bruh I'm the one who give 'em asses classes with this classics I'm making masters monster out of this bitch to the coastal beach taking bitches to the club in the hub yea I'm hotter than coal momy shes a stove in the bedroom can in make fire cause I got the bedrooms fire turn it up 3000 degrees I'ma burn it up gimme that pussy I'ma sack it up in the bag the racks I'ma pack it up I got the drip while this niggas on the drought I'm the lord of the rain the water they just lack it pls don't wack it just work hard I'ma be a rich murder plate feeder I'ma killer Street fed up I'ma be rich murder plate feeder I'ma killer Street fed up