Leg on the stand, I leg on my hoe I got the whole country on the road, so We can't murder us, in case you didn't know Catch him sweat his ass up like a toad Sometimes it ain't no one my fault, cut I hit motherfuckin' toilet paper Beat it up, treat the pussy like G-Star And baby, I'm wavin' it, nah, it's not Audirene They hooked on the drip, ***, just like a crane Shot with a stick, then we blow their brains Snap it in the red, baby West town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fashion statement when I'm steppin' it I'm with Stick Baby, stick in my periphery Call the Helens and walk out of Jefferies I'm a big gangsta, drip out with etiquette Personal, how do we stack and we keep and we pray that we ride it with Barry Maniac, got it, I'm fresh out the blender I jump out the system, I feel like Barbarian You to the front door, bitch, got it, I'm coughin', I coughin' I need me some motherfuckin' medicine Got it, just pull up with ice, come from Elliot We don't speak on no lil' boy, that irrelevant Pick up ***, ride chopsticks, empty one clip Switch the cartridge, that's two clips Spin the blocks again, blue tilt, send a toot on Evelyn Blue scripts on a dead president Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since Be the murder case, it ain't no evidence Bet you know a lot to tell a n***a again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Leg on the stand, I leg on my hoe I got the whole country on the road, so We can't murder us in case you didn't know Catch a swear, this ass sweat like a toe Some thought it ain't no of my fault Cut out his motherfuckin' toe and be told Beat it up, trippin', it's like G-Style Say, baby, I'm weavin' it, nah, it's not all these reeds And who know I'm a drip, ***, just like a crane And who know I'm a drip, ***, just like a crane And who know I'm a drip, ***, just like a crane And who know I'm a drip, ***, just like a crane And who know I'm a drip, ***, just like a crane And who know I'm a drip, ***, just like a crane Yeah, I'm rockin' my Jettison, droppin' the top And I'm in all these, yeah, she givin' the drop On the all, suit, car, Zodini You never know when I'm snide Never ever, just know you a fan of me Pull back and fool around the mixed, yeah That was all mixed Five star Miz, now I'm standin' by Grease I ain't no ho, so you know I'm crazy He can give a text, so why's he driftin'? No, we gon' ace I don't want all white in a red coupe, no Look at Jettison, they trippin' I don't wear slack, got an LA tie on him Know this ***, so slap it Know I'ma pop it like always, stackin' it up Tall, diamonds on Whitney Frosty, yeah, I've been cold all day All my brothers on my team Know they ball like Spartans My lil' brother, he call him a body legend Know I'm all in In, in When it come to you Leggo the stand, not leggo my ho We can murder us, in case you didn't know Catch him sweat his ass, sweat like a toast So I'm thirty, they know I'm on four Cut out here, motherfuckin' toilet, if you tear Beat it up, trippin', it's like G-Style And maybe I'm weavin' it, nah, it's not R-E-E They hooked on the drip, ***, just like a crane Shot with a stick, then we blow their brains Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah