First things first you a bitch and we got problems
Whenever I see him Imma leave him behind caution
Yellow tape, he went straight into the coffin
If you wanna try it we can do it its an option
Pound a plant, I need dozens I need orchards
Zkittlez pack, smoke in Bentleys and in Porches
Go and bend it back I'm tryna fuck until I'm nauseous
Higher living keep my pistol in my Bosses
Too much of the same shit
Pull-up just to give them all a 12 gauge facelift
Heard that motherfucker claiming, no basis
It don't mean a thing because these bitches just say shit
Irrelevant
Boy your end is definite
Stacking up a milli bitch it's clearly not an estimate
Clearly you a bitch, real shit, fuck the rhetoric
Wear a couple thousand on my body come and hit this lick
I been high since day one
Smoking with my day ones
And we all got grey lungs
Talking out of pocket till he see me pussy say sum
He ain't say nun
Choppa kicking I got Bruce Lee by my fucking wrist
No karate but ill pull-up and go chop his shit
Got me mad because there's blood all on these new Ricks
You don't want it if I up it bitch I won't miss
Who the fuck thought that I could be the wrong one
Can you see your life inside the barrel of the shotgun
If you thought we was I'm here to tell you that we not done
As long as you breathing
Then we got a problem