When you outchea in the field it's a royal rumble

Ride around with woo sticks i come from the jungle

I been down for too long fuck being humble

We get into it here and there but they my fucking brothers

Dickie suit on this liquor i don't need a boot

Man you hoes for everybody i don't need a swoop

Fam could ask me for whatever gotta feed my troops

Circle small i ain't tryna be all in the loop

I been down for real i done dodged a hundred years

Imma take it to the door fuck your plea deal

I'm in the sunshine state with my heat still

With a chain that fake you can't be real

Haitian flag only i was so boney

My dawg named fony but he is not phonie

I be outchea by myself i been real lonely

Lost my heart in the streets and it been lonely

Everything authentic i don't fuck with knock offs

So thinking you could snake me that'll get you knocked off

Extendo in between the glizzy like a hot dog

I am Mr.SprayDaWorld i am not y'all

If i had cancer guarantee that i won't fall off

Sam1kayy i let it spray i am not y'all

Amputated gurantee that i won't fall off

Sam1kayy i let it spray i am not yall

Momma told me son son you need to pray

Daddy told me son son you need to change

Good hearted with a lot of wicked ways

For these chains i beat the pot like imma slave

In my state they'll bam you like it's Alabama

Riding with the glizzy hope that I don't get the hammer

Momma told me son son you need to pray

They could be coming for me any given day

Was being real but you Niggas went to acting fluke

This cuban link around my neck been feeling like a noose

Putting people on that's some i ain't have to do

Boy this glizzy on my hip i don't gotta move

When i get angry i real dangerous

Bitch I'm Sprayed out nigga i ain't gang banging

I ain't tucking shit imma leave this chain swanging

A couple more to the dome ah leave his brain hanging

It's like I'm starting to see my oboy die infront of me

He getting real old

He losing weight fasho

Other than my Nina ion need a hoe

Cause yall just getting in the way I already know

I got my zoe flag and i ain't kissing no ass

Cover up the plate I'm riding round witg no tag

When it's good its a chance that it could go bad

Imagine falling off the reason that i won't sag

Momma told me son son u needa pray

Daddy told me son son u needa change

Momma told me son son you need to pray

Daddy told me son son you need to change

Good hearted with a lot of wicked ways

For these chains i beat the pot like imma slave

In my state they'll bam you like it's Alabama

Riding with the glizzy hope that I don't get the hammer

Momma told me son son you need to pray

They could be coming for me any given day