[Intro]
Oh, alright
My boy Kwon Baker finna hop in the booth
Listen
[Verse 1]
Ok
I'm done playing with these n*ggas, ok (ok)
Backwood Benny, he don't smoke no swishers, ok (ok)
I'm Paul Betton with such a vision (yeah), ok
Sabbatoge that makes Kazuri vicious, ok
I don't wanna stroke your misses
Get big me and my misfits is on a different mission, not to
f*ck on these b*tches, not to
Drive these horses
We believe that the team ain't jumping out the gym for Jordan endorsements (look)
To me that sh*t ain't important
And what you think
The cream is going to cover my family as a mink
I think about that sh*t like all the time
I can no longer play my mind
Like I'm able to press rewind nope (can't do that)
I watch a king like me move forward
Complacency? Nah, my n*gga it's it's boring
I ain't f*cked your b*tch my n*gga I heard stories
Yes she knows I'm clutch up in the guts
Grab a whore and Joseph
It's just so broken how easy they open
But I stay focused
Four whores
I hear you n*ggas lying
You should roar more or less
More or less
You never will stress me
You n*ggas bucking but Baker stay test free
This the summer so I know your crush wants to sext me
And please don't text me
But of course she does it anyway and tries to press me
Though she's already had her blessing
[Outro]
Whoa whoa whoa, bro bro bro
You gotta chill out bro
You too far into the bag
You too - boy
Get you a bag