Verse 1: 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 One, Two, three, fo Room full of weed smoke DEADSEA Gameshark bitches getting cheat codes I aint hanging with you niggas no Lynch but i Beast mode Fuck the judge im in court on a line like a free throw All about the green im at ya neck like its fake gold money in the streets im on my feet im trynna make mo drugs in the club with the plug til its no mo bitch imma ball til it hurt like a low blow Where the church go? Flexxing or regreting which one hurt mo? I got no regrets i guess i wouldnt know SPENT A BUNCH OF BLUES ON A WHOLE LOTtA BLOW! If you cant make me cum byou dumb bitch you gota go Falling from the sky heavy eyes scream gerinimo Holy ghost im slamming hoes like Dominoes Hate a ugly bitch that try to do the most All this bread we burning can I make a toast ? Dss until I OD overload Overload cuz I don't like my Sober mode a bitch GONE BE a bitch and a hoe gone be a fucking Hoe Yeah you got some bathing apes but can you crank that soulja tho ? Verse 2: Look at my wrist oh look my wrist ohn how tha bitch shining my niggas got on we finally on and it was perfect timing we party up boy we party it up because the world dying Nigga im Lion thats king of the jungle, with cougars beside me whoo! know that you hate it raw dawgging these she calling my phone like "NIGGA YOU MADE IT!" Im finna... hop in my spaceship kicking shit like im Jaden SMITH! smoking on Willow knife under the pillow CUZ NIGGA IM FAMOUS!

Verse 1 Black Mags black trash niggas on some bullshit push me to the edge bet this trigger getting pulled bitch Loe Bros mo hoes talk about a boat load Down the rabbit hole to yellow brick from the silk road Wynwood to south Beach with blizz in the coke Grove Cup inside a cup and it's bruised like a owie QAnd I be on the grass all day like the cows be Golden Dawn flow damn I feel Like Mr. Crowley How I'm off the perkperk and the xans still rowdy Hotbox the whip and give a shit if it's cloudy This shit is bananas gwen stafani couldn't doubt me Don't care what you thinking bout as long as it's about me Black mags jet black beauty of the week all that booty on them cheeks What I do to them cheeks Copy Chuck and made a beat Bitch I'm flyer than a fleet bitch I'm dripping I'm on fleek From the window to the wall bitch I ball Skeet skeet Want it all or not a thing All hail your highness the cookie Kush King Fucking til I brake spring All fucking spring break Niggas holla bling bling And Know they pinky ring fake Bussdown so busted these bitches get disgusted Twisting up the face when I know you bitches love it Don't trip about the score cus we up and finna up it Bust down like Busta I told the bitch touch it How you tryna ketchup and to you ain't got mustard Trynna dodge dummy's getting over on these suckas Jack son like Sam im with cold Muhfuckas It's just a bunch of brothas the Ice road truckas When I'm cumming is the only time I'll tell you that I love ya Baby imma dog ask my bitch of a mother And since we on the subject I'm still mutherfuckin Need sauce in ya life let a nigga know something Backing up my shit talk cuz niggas be frontin All my slaps need ProAc everything bumpin All my slaps need ProAc everything bumpin

V1 Im stuck in my ways bitch dare a nigga try to take shit Popped a Couple xannies crashed the mutherfucking spaceship to far replace this bitch Wocky look like grape piss Cocky but i make sense South Beach shawty seahouse on vacation Seashit on my arm forever til i die its gang shit Aint no randos in our booth just the youths that we came with Drop it like its hot cold hoe get that change bitch Super loe bros on the go armed and dangerous Demons on that Angeldust Told you thats my round and my round wheels on the bus Stain the burbs town after town Red eye right before its dusk Cocaine color walrus tusk Down to fuck I'm falling up Yo boyboyfriend care go call him up V2 Killing fashion Young and handsome Mansion party in the Hamptons Feel like Manson run up in yo shit With pretty bitches dancing I want cocaina and a whole lotta Xanax Pinky rang blanrtfg blang Like I summoned Captain Planet I got problems bitch I'm damaged Need a fix you know I have it Burning flowers in the attic Tell these niggas to very quiet When I'm hunting rabbits Balled like Elmer Fudd And I got the flannel and the jacket Deadman walking fuck a casket Dog nigga all these drugs I need catscan bitch im trynna kick it wit ya like im Jackie Chan Flex all day you kinda buff V2 Killing fashion Young and handsome Mansion party in the Hamptons Feel like Manson run up in yo shit With pretty bitches dancing I want cocaina and a whole lotta Xanax Pinky rang blang blang Like I summoned Captain Planet I got problems bitch I'm damaged Need a fix you know I have it Burning flowers in the attic Tell these niggas to very quiet When I'm hunting rabbits Balled like Elmer Fudd And I got the flannel and the jacket Pull up and I'm coffin like casket Deadman walking fuck is Batman Dog nigga all these drugs I need catscan bitch im trynna kick it wit ya like Jackie Chan V3 Bitch I'm golden I might fuck you like I love ya Bitch I'm aging backwards think I got that Benji Button Down with the shenanigans I'm always up to something Ain't got no friends if you my nigga you my brother And ya party ain't a party till I'm fucked up Roll up let it burn I think I'm usher Xannies witcho nanny rolling Jeffreys with the butler And yeah that boy the man dont believe it ask ya mother Zoowap what's the plan get the xans double cup us Product of the land stompem where they stomp you in for playin Yeah my shooterer got a drum he ain't even in the band