My fit so fresh, it came straight from laundry
That boi trippin' yeah, he barkin' at the wrong tree
Fuck with slime, yeah, yeah, you get lit up
Empty the whole mag, yeah, make sure he don't get up
Yeah, uh, in the shed, I'm the sharpest tool
Hop in the ring, and I hit you with the one-two
Phone, keys, wallet, glockie, yeah, can't forget the tool
That boy thought he had me, yeah, yeah, he a fool