I usually roll through with b**hes and Soju
Spliffs and cold brew I'll diss ya whole crew
Reduced to ashes ya caskets lay
In close quarters combat I'm Ca**ius Clay
Ash this jay and transverse through a white light
I write like: Alfred Hitchco*k hard baguette on the wrist watch
You glad I wrote this
Craft an opus with a ma** of focus
Smellin' like Armani Code: b**hes open the club doors as I enter bold
Breakin' marijuana on a centerfold then ya sister rolled
We light blue haze and get higher than ya wifes bouquets
Im the talent
I let the suites pay
The coupes gray f** what you say, I wear Heat like the cover of 2K
I sport raw selvage with the Timberland boots enterin' coupes like the stig
Can't shoot like the kid(waco)
Yall see me in missions with tall Maldivian vixens like Black Dynamite
In the hood where n***as sell crack and china white
Ya wife hold me tight I'm Dolemite get ya ho to hold the mic
During my show tonight
Paid Anderson Silva
10 stacks just to throw the fight