I don't * with none of y'all cause you people too cray
Your routine never changes, the same pattern of betray
Keeping up with them dramas, but I'm too grown up for your child's play
Now my yama's finna be out cause my buddha's on vacay
You motherfuckers fake, I'm born to fly
You motherfuckers fake, I'm born to fly
Sabu fu chai ho crew, * you and you and you too
High power and come through, be for spending pay to do
I don't wanna coke, they won't let me talk talk
They man, she don't coke, they don't do no dance
Thoroughly got the best, she don't bully, she don't bully
Can't some knives and horsey, I thought that I was sick
But I thought it got you, needed a beef, so I keepin' it gangsta
Hurrykin' a bitch, won't lie, hot damn
Can't you down with the lame gang that you play so
Hey, I've been a mutter, you're all be feelin' like it's your dude's taste
So say, what's your thing?
Left the west, get these, make that lethal
Inject the injections, straight to your waist, to your heart
Conveys, low-key *, that I'll play, y'all
By the way, just wait for the second number, *** a churro
Wait for my two-key, please, screw you, I hit a douchey
I ain't got no time for no drama, cause I'm fit to up the street
I'm a killer with the wet type, the food is to be killed with the heavy
Made alone, thinkin' bout a stick, nah
Keep shittin' with the mouth full of leavey, never ask cash
Dumb asses, listen to my Hebrew, I'll pass
You ponies seem so hot, I'm mighty, he they was taught
I'm still about to blow class, I'll pass
You motherfuckers can't make anything in life, but a bitch
And I know Jeffy, the motherfuckin' killer boy
If I do the *, I'ma do it in the vibe
I'ma do it in this power, bitch
You motherfuckers fake, I'm bona fide
You motherfuckers fake, I'm bona fide
So boo-foo to your whole crew
* you and you and you too
Hop out and come through
B for spending, pay to do
Easy, zip-zap, energy healing, talk to you people
All my elite brandin', assassinate you people
All localites are yellin', but you people are too feeble
You motherfuckers can't make anything in life, but a bitch
You people wanna be gangsters that I don't remember
Hold up, cause I level up, no elevator, cause I'm levitating
You ain't fascinating, they're vested in my clippin' on me
And I finna be ropin' this *'s moon like I'll be
Sweet-pickin' your footy, motherfuckers too weak
It's a poor heart, I'll stop with a
And these footy motherfuckers dyin' to the finish
He shot us through doors, who made my life
Let me make up to myself, will get myself like a T
Don't be humble, don't be melanin, kept us puttin' out
So there's no chemistry, that's the artist
But the rest of me risin' up, the heat
And ten to the three, so what's next for me, kitty?
And I run it up like a murderer
Need like a soul, live in the lit, put that in my mouth
Hope cocktail flows, pinoculars, the palm moves
Only like I'm a director
People flow, pin the tonic, man
Gunty flow, tap in the basic, man
Chopper sound, so mumble, man
With them rams, that's too simple, man
People be rappin' legit, I don't fee for profit than you do
People be droppin' legit, generated verses in more cases than you do
And people be hoppin' and shoppin', and they always outdo you
And people who be hatin' on me, I do me, and you do you, bitch