I'll spit on a bitch 'cause I don't got no manners
Man, I swear that I hate when they say, "Pull your pants up"
Fuck it, aim for his head, let off shots out a Phantom
Back in 2018, I put four hundred bands up
Kidnap his child, we gon' hold 'em for ransom
If he don't send the guap, then you know we gon' stamp 'em
I'm sippin' Hi-Tech and Wock' out a Phantom
Up the stick on this opp, then we hit his lil' mans up
Still to this day anybody could get it
Hundred shots in the Drac' 'cause I know it get wicked
Tell 'em come catch the play, on my head, it's a million
Lot of blood on the gate, that's for Shake and Lil' Timmy
Fuck the judge and DA, I'ma still tote this glizzy
I was locked in the cage every day reminiscin'
I signed to NBA 'fore an expansion
And my mouth 50K, you could go ask the dentist
I'ma fuck from the back and I don't do no kissin'
I'ma burn up they trap and I hope that they in it
Skee-lo grippin' the strap while we walkin' through Lennox
I got kilos of crack, I could serve a whole fish
If they turn on the map, we gon' knock off them next