Verse:
I'm sippin' that Juan, readin' backpage catalogs
I be double cuppin' styrofoam
b*tches laid up in my arm
I came up and you fell down
Bust your head and you dead now
I pop some shots, you afraid now
I'm from 973, you a dead clown
I'm a f*cking boss, so what is the cost, to rid you and run and get lost
I roll a blunt and take another sip
Leave your b*tch with passion on her lip
Reload the f*cking clip, that's it
All my shots will never, ever miss
My n*gga you a fool, I'm bouta pop the nine
I make the b*tches drool, Corona with the lime
Middle fingers up, bust a nut, I'm just sailing
f*ck the salty b*tches and the n*ggas sippin' saline
I f*cked her once and then I'll f*ck her twice
n*gga please, for God and Jesus Christ
I'll pop a n*gga, then I'll pop a xan
All my girls f*cking Peruvian
Yeah, you silly just for comin' at me
Yeah, cruisin' round the street while I got hunnits on me
f*ck your b*tch in the pool, man I'm a rubber ducky
I'll fry your chicken, n*ggas think I'm from Kentucky
(Don't let this b*tch call me one more f*cking time, I swear to God my n*gga I'm bouta go off on everybody)
If this n*gga call again, Imma be there with my friends
Doin' no talkin', shootin' as much I can
Poppin' nines, whip the Benz
All my lyrics f*ckin' raw
Never catch me pullin' fraud
I don't even like to rap
But b*tches like to hear it all
Thirsty b*tches come and go, I went around tatted from my head to my toe
Use my thumb to hit go, my n*ggas go fee-fi, but no foes
Colonel Xans got a message
If you got some beef, go on and test it
I pop some shots, know I'm aimless
Gunpowder, hope you taste it
I pull up to your house, rollin' in the tree, messin' with a G
Call up and don't fake sh*t
I know I ain't a saint, n*gga sniffin' paint
Give it time my n*gga, patience
Talkin' sh*t, hope you taste it
Countin' cheese, shoot as I please
Rollin' up Dutches, I push all the trees