Departed from the house with two Glocks, never mess with the musket
I'll lift these foes and fire and turn this whole place to a concert
A red dot on the Glock, I'm targeting the Top
I'm busy making heat in spurts, only shooting for the crown
I write in italics, all my lyrics are perceptive
Every time I drop a verse, I gain a new convert
If you think I'm not icy, then you're just being malicious
They say they loathe Sweet, but all along, I'm their ideal
Delicious
Say you stackin' cash like us, true, put that on the Good Book
I pull up in the Amiri, ain't rockin' no cheap look
I'm feastin' on the escargot, on Eiffel, makin' a deal
He wasn't tryna pay the cost, cool, I ain't even feel
Had to hype it up a bit, though, just to make it sound nice
Name a frosty chick in town, I bet we hit it twice
The bud still growin', gotta harvest it right
Fuck the online chatter, you'd rather start a fight
I'm 'bout to hit the plug, Habibi's number on speed dial
Me and my bro smoked a QP, got so high we mighta caught a smile
This ain't just any pasta, had to upgrade to lobster linguine
When we roll up to the mansion, we'll leave it spooky like Luigi
She ain't got no self-esteem, poppin' pills like they candy