[Intro]

Mmm

Yeah



[Verse]

Keep that sh*t on Twitter

Y'all ain't lit, y'all litter

Keep that sh*t in your sh*tter

Or eat that sh*t, don't spit up (Rrr!)

Keep my bad bitch, did her

Keep my man bitch, put up

Watchin' me do push-ups

Just playin' with herself and I look up (Damn!)

Your thot need to get her look up

You plottin' on me, my foot up

Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion

That ain't sauce, that's puddin'

Tunechi 'cause her bosom (Damn!)

Shootin' up the jurors (Damn!)

Don't name my pistol

I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push 'em (Bam!)

Y'all just n*gger, get buried together and let 'em play footsie

Y'all just wussy

I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie

Better play hooky

I got some hookers hookin' up with some politicans

And some elites and some college niggas

So your missus on all kind of missions

I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits

But my pockets, pistons smokin' hockey stick

Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in'

When sh*t get ugly, I go pretty Ricky

I don't f*ck with rats, neither Minnie Micky

I don't f*ck with cops, that's the piggly wiggly

f**k my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly

While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D's

Went to Denny's like she tired of Macy's

JC Penny's, I got bitches gettin' tired of spinning, spin it

If we winning, win it

I got Dream Chasers that ain't never dreamt it

So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it

And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny

It's the blood gang, it's the money gang

Red rags to riches, need happy endings

Then it's back to business and we laugh at sentencin'

Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses

Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen

Restaurant and cafeterias

Don't make a difference if you taste the difference

Better pay the difference to the racketeers

Now you pull up looking like you crackin' mirrors

Now the artificial become sacrificial

That's a body count, where the mathematician?

Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples?

Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle?

Where the throat deep enough to land a missile?

If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions

Tell him two cents is only half a nickel

Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars

Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles

'Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu

Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit

Need to help her friends through, I think that's official

Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpson's

And I'm magnificent so I had to pimp her

And she had potential but he lacked credentials

So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck

And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)

Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians

These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons

Once they dead and gone, no power familiar

When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia

Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian

He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya life for million behind the millions

Rhyme or reason

I'm the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see 'em

With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em

Hallelujah, power intruders

Bitch walk around my house like Hooters

Towel user, power user

Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan

Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers

Turnin' homies into flower choosers

Turn your kids into father choosers

Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar

I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter

Clap at you, if don't die, I'll boo ya

Tell a doc that's tryna to save your life and runnin' wires through you

He could die next to ya (Rrr!)

I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter

Let her partner shoot her

We pull out the movie, win awards

She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty

Niggas prostitutin', these rappers ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t

Not even 'bout pollution

Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in

Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it

And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices

Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho

Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)

I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo

Just follow the kupo and I know that you know

I'm hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl

I'm out of my loophole, you outta the loop though

Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode

The power to do so, my pocket is sumo

Gettin' the moolah by the minuto

Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno

Real boss nigga, sh*t, might have a Hugo

f**k with me, I go loud and paloozo

Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though

(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo

Hittin' some new notes

And I am the maestro and you just a typo

Private flight, don't fly in too low

I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow

I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole

Prom with the college and one with the juco

I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? (Rrr!)