[Verse]
Hall of Fame quick draw, he couldn't even grab his blick
In the booth eleven in the morning, on my rapper tip
Tripping while it's hazardous, I fu*ked around and crashed the whip
I know you in the crib mad as hell you can't stack a ten
Never sold a drug but I'ma tell unc' to tap me in
Dee brought two hoes to the room, I told him tag me in
Selling sauce dead, need ten for a half of BIN
Cheap b*tch got her nails done, she been happy since
b*tch, I'm Sleeve Nash, even when I'm in a wife-beater
Dropping loads off, it look like Saks hit the dry clеaners
She started su*king dick for no rеason, she a mind reader
Pop full of Wockhardt but my b*tch a wine drinker
Crackhead ran off, I damn near blew the blow out him
All-wheel drive on the foreign, could climb a snow mountain
Fell asleep getting head but I woke up Pro counting
Thinking he got power, .50 really bring the ghost out him
Caught him drinking green and a shooter knocked the four out him
We caught him smoking Runtz, shot him up and knock jokes out him
I could take the youngest baller out and bring the coach out him
My middle name "Active", I could run it up with no problem
I can take a pretty classy b*tch and turn her to a s*ut
Cowabunga, on the dark web surfing with a punch
Told Dee put the steak down, he working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna turn 'em in by lunch
b*tch told me pull up on her then she got a lot to show
Amiris stuffed with cheese, Sauce God, got lasagna on me
I ain't bump my head in the club but got a nod up on me
Dipping with them chips, with my vatos making guacamole
My young dawg's screws loose, they riding 'round with chops and stollies
Gang dropped a pic, I'm in the caption probably dropping trophies
Bro off two fours, fade away and take the shot like Kobe
Looking at my wrist, I think it might be time to drop a Rollie
Balaclava Carhartt, pull up, make the car bark
Road running, you will never catch me in the car parked
Shooter BAPE'd up, fu*k around and have a shark spark you
It's 2021, I need a interview from Nardwuar
Been chilling with the Visas, boy, I used to be a fiend to slide
Thinking in the summer I might see how that Demon ride
My east side b*tch got fire head, she on demon time
You with the set with five hundred, stay from the Neiman's side
Or, motherfu*ker, you gon' go broke
Cuz stomping on it barefoot, he got dope toes
You gon' need another wave, it's looking like yo boat slow
This b*tch done got a couple gifts on me, she a throat GOAT
The buzzer just beeped and I been balling since the tip off
Left the money phone and came back to sixty missed calls
Walking in yo b*tch crib rude, kicking kicks off
Using gang lingo? fu*k around and twist yo lips off
[Outro]
Huh, yeah
Using gang lingo? fu*k around and twist yo lips off
Real talk, you not one of us
Cut it out, man
Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz