I come through with the lights out
Camouflage you won't ever see me iced out
Two loud mothafuckas bout to wipe out
Why it feel like all the real ones dying out
Spittin venom at my enemies
No you ain't what you pretend to be
Can't tell me shit y'all dead to me
Do it like John I'm Wick you Kennedy
Know you mad but it's all facts
Put it on wax going all caps
Murder in the booth so it's all black
You don't wanna get it better fall back
Flowin futuristically I'm fuckin with the time stamp
Messing with me lyrically ya fuckin with ya life span
Talk about my family I'll beat you with the mic stand
Leave you on the ground like a flight ban

I can't fuck with you no moe
Fucked up now you on your own, alone
This time I'm closing the doe
I'm done now you on your own, alone
Flavors
Jeff Bezos chillin in Barbados
Tornados made from the smoke chambers
I'm so dangerous catch you like I'm an angler
The Lone Ranger known to provoke anger
Never change up rather just be a stranger
Than deal with you coward counterfeits cuz I'm not a banker
Titanic, I'm ice the way I sank ya
Never panic, think twice before I save ya
I need some tree, I need to burn or I'ma be
Up on the edge, feeling the stress
I need to rake in the money like leaves
Feeling the pressure from all of this greed ay
All of this greed, bill collectors they calling on me,
They calling on me
That's why I be stashing the cash in the mattress
And banging the metal I feel like a blacksmith
I'm packing the MAC1 and damn it is looking immaculate ay
I'm dabbing OG, call me Aladdin I'm off of my feet
Flying around with no where to be, with no where to be
Punching the clock and I won't stop til I get handful of guap ay
Pistol go pop ready or not we coming up into your spot ay
Taking a second to gather my things
Then I be leaving like you don't know me
Bag full of weed to keep me low key
Kobe the way I be shooting them threes ay
I carry the team and I be smoking that Larry OG
I cannot think of a scarier theme
If ya trying to double cross me I'll put your body in barrier reef
Tied to the game, that will remain, no sharing the blood of my enemies.

I can't fuck with you no moe
Fucked up now you on your own, alone
This time I'm closing the doe
I'm done now you on your own, alone

Now does everybody got two faces
Keep tricks up their sleeves like two aces
Blue faces heavy out my suit cases
Got my name in your mouth more than tooth pastes
Shit basic I'm Babe Ruth wasted
Throw me a pitch and watch me run around the bases
Heat check PJ Tucker with the laces
Living good I don't wanna trade places
Backwood hit you in the chest like Stockton
Weed to loud homie I don't hear em talking
Drip on splash like my name Klay Thompson
Get up on the mic and I'm Charles Bronson
On the blacktop playin with the whips call it matchbox
Ragtop rollin with the gas in the stash spot
Real one since I came up out the sandbox
No thang got the game on padlock

I can't fuck with you no moe
Fucked up now you on your own, alone
This time I'm closing the doe
I'm done now you on your own, I'm gone