Let's get it, bitch I'm pumped up
Broke boy get your funds up
Backwood fuck my lungs up
Glock on quickdraw, better not try to run up
I'm a real trendsetter, y'all my sons, yeah
Difference between me and you
I do what I got to do, boy you just a crash out
Play me on your bluetooth
She walk around with her ass out
Bitch these clothes I got on new, ain't even pop the tags off
Hit a home run like I'm Babe Ruth
I really rap my ass off
Lucid dreaming like I'm Juice
SRT finna scratch off
Don't give a fuck what they got to say
Probably the coldest rapper out the J
Throwing bullets like Aaron Rodgers in the bay
I can die happy if I know my family straight
Chopper blow like a candle on a birthday cake
My head been on a swivel, everything is fake
Pop the plan b, I'm not trying to hear that you late
Purple tag on the pants, the shirt is Bathing Ape
Slaying all of my demons like I'm Tanjiro
Don't know which one to pick, say eenie, miney, moe
I'm up late as hell reminiscing 'bout my bro, really hate it that you had to go
See the pain that I feel in the line that I pour
Why your only priority upping the score
We don't follow authority, stick to the code
Get mad and start ignoring me, baby what's wrong
I tune the world out with my headphones
Ice bottoms on my red foams
Post up like a garden gnome
When I leave just applaud me for how long I held on
Stab me in the back at my lowest, you wrong for that
Foreal, Boolinski