Rockin' this shit, pulled up with my blick
I'm goin' crazy till the beat go off, huh

(Y'all are now tuning into my nigga Artist, fuck nigga)

Yeah
Ay, uh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Ay, huh, yeah
Rappin' this shit in my natural habitat
I go crazy, blow up like the Taliban

You want money, don't know what to tell ya man
I resent all these bitches, they demons
I want pussy, but no, I'm not fiendin
Write a song, I don't know what it means

I just go in the booth and I spit
I just say shit, I don't think about it
If you think that you already messed up
You should think about how you be dressin' up

That hat don't even go with the fit
You be dressed like a motherfuckin' bitch
Walk around like you isn't a snitch
Throw the ball down the field, but you missed

Go crazy, make a song like this
And I get mad and I fuck your bitch
Yeah, I get mad and I fuck your bitch
Ran into me, wonder why you get hit

Wear a nine and a half, that's the size of my dick
Why did you say something, you should've quit
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a rabbit bitch
But I could have bitch jumpin' in the pits

I'm not a rasta either, I don't smoke
But I keep an energy drink where I go
Your bitch is a drive-thru, I take her to go
They said, Voli, you that GOAT

I said, I know
Jumpin' house to house, I'm on the go
I took his head off, I don't shoot low
I only shoot threes, I don't shoot close

You got bees around you, what you buzzin' for
Hop off the porch and into the Porsche
Enter this shit like I enter your whore
I'm into that shit and she into it more

If you bring out the guns, I'll bring out some more
I do crazy shit, it's all for the lore
I worship, I spend my time with the Lord
You got knocked down, you spend your time on the floor

I'm nocturnal, I only come out at night
You fuckin' with me, you might catch some flight
When I'm movin', my motion's fluid
If you got a gun, you better shoot it

Yeah, you better shoot it
Ay, we finna loot it
I make the music, so I get my boy to shoot it
Nah, Voli don't need adlibs

I let my boy Jake do it (Ay!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rappin' this shit in my natural habitat
I go crazy, blow up like the Taliban

You want money, don't know what to tell ya man
I resent all these bitches, they demons
I want pussy, but no, I'm not fiendin
Write a song, I don't know what it means

I just go in the booth and I spit
I just say shit, I don't think about it
If you think that you already messed up
You should think about how you be dressin' up

That hat don't even go with the fit
You be dressed like a motherfuckin' bitch
Walk around like you isn't a snitch
Throw the ball down the field, but you missed

Go crazy, make a song like this
And I get mad and I fuck your bitch