Give me some space bitch stay the fuck out my face keep my name out of your mouth before I catch a case pull up we chase then we do the dash we do the race pull up on your mom and fuck on her waste nut on her face pull on her lace got a bad bitch and she spreading her legs I ain't tryna flex but imma pull up in a rolls wraith put on my shade you know they rays put on my belt and you know its designer don't be a whiner my girl is finer taken her to the diner wearing all my ice the call me a shiner all of that is minor but I'm major just a teenager tryna make another banger I'm a rapper not a singer hold my girl down yeah I'm tryna ring her hire yung Floyd as the wedding singer no I'm not a swimmer drowning in the ice watch it shimmers your ice dimmer my ride got spinners your ride like week old tv dinners my house got pillars and its full of winners flow so hot its full of embers call us at 1-800-life enders and you know we sinners and we just beginner's