*** a tall bitch, chop it down to the roots Still stuck around, I'ma sign in the booth Bang, still trippin', Mike John in the coupe Bang, bang, still trippin', Mike John in the coupe Pull up in the spot, nigga lookin' scruffy Make a cop win, got me feelin' like a buffy But I'm sick on these hoes, got my nose feelin' stuffy Blood-suckin' bitches cut him off like I'm Buffy Babbitt Tryna tell me that she reckless If she suck it right, right by ya Black clit, said she like the Zed sprinkle on her Breakfast, just another rap nigga on that checklist I'm the man, I'm the boss, got the bag Special clause, got the hook Still out there, I'm Santa Claus But you bitches better know a nigga got a Mrs. Claus Pull up on the block, make that whip Fly, nigga, yellow jacket, I ain't big Henna poppin' big ***, that's a big Put it on a silver platter whenever that lick Smoke flowin' through the roof, chimney in my coupe Police up with soup, super bumpin' snoop Sippin' gin and juice Today was a good day Ice cubes in my watch, make a good face Throw my balls, bitch, call them, that's a good play She a nasty lil' hoe in a good way *** a tall bitch, chop it down to the roots Still stuck around, I'ma sound in the booth Bang, still drippin' Mike John in the coupe Bang, bang, still drippin' Mike John in the coupe Drippin' like my pigment, shorty body is a figment Of my imagination, this is fuckin' validation Hold up, all black with white laces in these three-track baddie racers Boomin' out the basement and my landlords cannot take it This that talk back, you love Norman Bates Camo handle on the flannel, I was sportin' the ape Super rare, but worse than ammo, so I'm spittin' the spade She go commando, then I blambo with that fuckin' Armageddon soda Pussy said that coupe is drippin' white, I got no roof Pull up with my dope, you know my niggas write the news This that *** we on, but this that *** you never knew I got what you wanted, I don't with no comin' twos *** a tall bitch, chop it down to the roots Still stuck around, I'ma sound in the booth Bang, bang, still drippin' Mike John in the coupe Bang, still drippin' Mike John in the coupe Rude to these hoes, I'm not a fan of manners Pull up, orange drop, lookin' like a can of Fanta Tushy on her back, tell her, bitch, I cannot stand her If she suck it right, I just might buy her Panamera Got the gift, I got the bag, they call me Black Santa Luggage full of sand, I just got back from Punta Cana Waitin' for my package, that baggage claimin' Atlanta Thick bitch, and she flew in straight from Panama Smugglin' her bra, Kiki Escobar Got the purest straw, smell it through the jar My mama, shotgun with my shells Like my driver, Miss Obama Nothin' but rocks in my grill, not poppin' pills *** a record label, bitch, I've been rich before the deals So the cops clockin' still, I got the mills Hope you salty niggas know that cop blockin' kills *** a tall bitch, chop it down to the roots Still stuck around, I'ma sound in the booth Bang, still drippin' Mike John in the coupe Bang, still drippin' Mike John in the coupe Thanks for watching!