Fuck the Wraith, I’m in a Chevrolet Impala
With duct tape around a dirty-ass revolver
Real chick, Versace jet for the charter
Make sure the vulture with me every time I departure
Yeah, I fucked her good, real good, and I ain’t call her
They said I’m being petty, petty
I be ready like Freddy if a nigga got a problem, pussy nigga, I’m ready, ready
15 for a 9 piece
I swear it don’t make no motherfucking sense, the bitch a dime piece
Quarter mill’ on a time piece
Keep it real, then they change, man, you still don’t surprise me
And nigga know not to try me
I’ve been spendin’, then I bendin’ to my people house in pine tree
Buck 50 let me duck it and dungeon
A bear’s in the Benz, and I’m seein’ Jumanji
When they coming out with some new women?
‘Cause the bad bitches not on that fetty, fetty
And if heath really weath, motherfucker, I’m healthy
Nigga Dr. Sebi, Sebi
Yeah, little mix bitch with the hazel eyes
I’m like, “Can I get your number?”
Her friends said, “Can he?”
She said, “You Haitian and a Gemini
Boy, I already know you trouble, but LOL text me”
Came through day block swinging like baseball
Shoulda had these things out, gave their hood a paint job
Rip a nigga face off, won’t stop, can’t stop
By the time they check off, this ho sayin’, “Take off”
Burn that shit Madoff, been pressure since I came out
The womb, I’m a motherfuckin’ goon
Hey, pop that boy balloon, pew and zoom
Fredo in the dune, you beef with me, your doom
Flippa finna be zoom, he comin’ home in June
Thuggin’ every June, ain’t no lovey-dovey do
Keep a Glock, I get through
Snatch back and shoot, off-white shoes, the crack khaki too
Pop that boy balloon, pew, zoom
She know I was a bug, I was born in June
Posted in the club blowing K2 fumes
American rapper and singer