(Getta Beats, Howatiwi)

Walking in my shoes
It's gon' hurt but it might take a mile
Keyword "my"
How the fuck you gon' take my style?
Mean-mugging, upping like a dub
I can't fake a smile
Only thing raw is the cone, bitch
That ain't my child
Only thing I haven't punched yet is a house
Only thing that I see on
Your bitch is a mouth
Red dot with the, yeah
I'm zooming in and out
Coach Tron, OT, audible, I switch the route

Ayy, I got red tips in the chop
Put some chesters on him
I just touch down with some jacks
Did the Hester on 'em
One phone call'll get him
Feel like Lester on 'em
Left him dead right on the
Floor tryna wrestle on balenciaga stepping
It's Off White if I do the Mikes
And before I ever lose a fight
He'll lose his life
Opp called me "broke" like he he a doofus
Right? For them loose screws
Niggas know I got a toolie tight

Man, I'm flyer than some pilots
I don't need a flight
How I get these niggas plates and
I ain't get a bite?
You was cuffing broke bitches
I am not the type
This some dub looking kinda light
I keep getting money
Going places you ain't never been
She a soul snatcher, man
I'm waking up in Hell again
You gon' catch the nearest Uber if
You miss the mail again
You gon' fuck around and vomit
If you hit that again

You gon' probably die if
The pistols get involved i ain't gon' lie
I'm probably tripping in the Loft
Lil' bitch tripping
Tryna grip it while it's soft
Let 'em try to leap
Glock ribbit like a frog
Knowing I'm a star
This bitch look at me like Galileo
762s hit his BM house and crack a cradle
Eddie V's brunch
Hunnid scammers sitting at the table
Winner time coming? Boy, you
Flashing them taxes, ain't you?

Caught him out as a opp
Left him as a dead person
All that running out of pape' he
Doing left his legs hurting
Switch the IP address again
'cause the feds lurking
Dukes named me "Stan" but in store, bitch
I'm huh, don't get blew like some hot food
We'll turn 'em red for them blues
How a cop do hit him with a head but
The Glock full of Caillous
All this fucking pape' in my pocket
I could buy you

Trump, why these lames turnt? Fuck it
I'ma vote for Biden
Make her say some crazy shit like this
Is what I get for lying
Fuck around and break my heart like this
Is what I get for trying
Fuck around and get his like this
Is what you get for hiding
Phone on DND, run it up to the E-N-D
Choppa make it rock
Think I'm pulling up with PnB
She can't see the crib
I always hit her at the BNB
Riding through The 'Burbs like
"What do bitches really see in me?"

Metta World Peace
I used to punch but I'm a changed man
Bitch, you got on Ray-Bans
You bet not try to blade dance
If I count the bullets
I'ma need like eight hands
Talking 'bout a baby
Out the window is my eighth plan

It's a dick hanging off this
Bitch but it ain't trans
Fettuccine with the lobster tail and a steak
Man if you bust a move
I'm busting him because I can't dance
B-R-O-K-E, bitch, that ain't Stan

Said I'm getting bigger, I'm like
"Ain't that what the money do?"
See us out, you keep it hot
Something like the bunnies do
Add your post to my page
This is what the dummies do
When you really got a buzz
This is what the honnies do