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[Verse]
Judging by my wrist, I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a b*tch I'm Ned Flanders, Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you bump into me, n*gga, then you don't want your life
And Jesus died for these shoes and still can't tell you a price
Twitter thuggin', I ain't even finna mention these guys
'Cause if a n*gga pull a toad, that's when n*ggas turn nice
Big 40, I ain't even gotta mention it twice
What we on, sh*t, we f*ckin' n*ggas' b*tches tonight
Somethin' fishy goin' on, finna cut on the lights
'Cause we done gangbanged this b*tch and her n*gga outside
sh*t, I'm trippin', all he wanted was a picture this time
All these n*ggas been fly but never entered the sky
Tough n*gga, he just want to drink liquor and die
These shells fly, let's see if he can drink liquor and drive
These n*ggas never seen a sale, think these n*ggas would cry
Stinkmeaner, the bleed team, but don't gotta mention the crime
'Cause you should know the consequences if you flippin' a dime
Not everything makes sense, but n*gga listen in rhymes
n*ggas act tough, what, now he can't feel in his eye?
Don't got to blow a ho n*gga, Silly Billy, it's mine
Maison Jeter, cold feet, for n*gga these your people
Lookin' at me crazy, never seen a cold demon?
Sabatoge your career, I told you to stay still
n*ggas caught a heart attack when we said we neutered their kids
Don't play with me, I know I be trippin'
Whole brick in my hand, oh, you ain't know I be sippin'?
n*ggas said they f*ckin' with me, must be high off crystal
b*tch it's the 2Greedy family, yeah, the Stinc Team
If I don't got it, I'ma go and make a chink bleed
You know bop bop bleed 'em what the thieves say
I'll take your sh*t and put it on eBay
I know I got a problem, sh*t, that's what my peeps say
Balmain PRP's, that's what my jeans say
n*gga know it's levels and sh*t, we on the freeway
But this b*tch goin' over the dash, f*ck what the speed say
I always keep the bloodiest bottoms, that's what my feet say
Please get at me, I ain't higher than nothin'
The only time you see me running is when hidin' a gun
I done poured so much juice I think my body went numb
I gotta keep a blower, sh*t, around the grimiest ones
Spillin' juice on the ground, I was told I'm mud walkin'
Bambino just walked in, now the plug talkin'
Bust down my Rollie, on the panoray went flossin'
Just crashed the Masi, now we up in the the Jag-ski
It say one-twenty but we 'bout to do the dash-ski
It was named Mr. Big Bank Uchie, so don't ask me
Bought a Moncler coat 'cause it get cold in the winter
And some Maison Margielas to match the gold as I enter
The heaven gates, the podium with the coldest of n*ggas
Would make this n*gga cry and strip the gold off this n*gga
Name bag, caught yourself tryna threaten a n*gga
If I slap this n*gga, he'd probably try to wrestle a n*gga
Show this n*gga Maison Jeter and step on a n*gga, n*gga
Weird-ass n*ggas
[Outro]
Don't talk to me, n*gga
You know what I mean? We out here
Weird-ass studio-thuggin' n*ggas
I'm not with all that, n*gga
The F&N break the vest, weird-ass n*ggas, n*gga
We get it all off the streets, street money, n*gga
This ain't for fake, haha
n*gga, the chinks know me, the Ruler