First things first, let me get some stress on my chest
I'm the embodiment of a motherfucker that will peel your block down
Find all my opps and get them all shot down
These bars go over your head like give me my accomplishments
She give me brain from all degrees and this is from a college bitch
Off of the lean and the bean, its making me crash
Shawty go dumb and I'm blowing her back out
Step when I'm walking, huh
Make sure you stop when I'm talking, huh
Hop on lil' beat and then runnin' that trackhawk
Psycho, crazy, leave him on the asphalt
A lot of these crackers be rappin' a little bit decent
I should show him how to fast talk
I keep a glock on my motherfucker waist when I ride around
If I see a house and we runnin' in
After we done and we look at the dough
I tell all my homies to pull me that double-bit
Load up a 47, load up the piece and we hittin' that 49
And they readin' between the lines
Cause this thump finna end right on a 29, ayy