[Intro]
Uh
f**in' wisdom tooth is k**in' me
The f**
Uh, ahem
[Verse 1]
Check, anybody can see the kid got it
I see n***as ignore it so I feel a way about it
From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts
Bagging a couple b**hes and f**ing them all at once
Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts
Thinking about rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons
Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught
Kicked out of college for tongues, n***as be talking
I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs
Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles with a 8th in my pre-rolls
Call that sh** a tarantula
Tarantino on your big screen, ho
Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo
Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo
And my brothers is k**ers you might see on Nat Geo'
You gotta chill cause n***as can get they cap peeled
I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman
They sent my n***a up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em
And a million other black children
Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'
[Hook]
Alright, I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something
I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something
n***as talkin' crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny
Pull up on ya, had a crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up
[Verse 2]
Looking for it in the night time
I been looking for it all day
Imma get it at the right time
Watch em f** with me the long way
Watch a n***a at the bike whip
Hit the buyer with the stone face
Greenbriar with the whole case
Bust it down and flood the whole state
b**hes know when that work good
Anna Mae eat the whole cake
We ain't even gotta role play
Had to get it out the bowl way
k** sh**, OJ, No way, Jose, Slo-Mo, okay
I don't do this sh** at your pace
I ain't here to do it your way
And I'm coming thru the ceiling, thru the floor, back and front door way
You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave
I been on my sh** since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade—wait
Even before grades, going to my brother court dates
And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me
Then I figured he k**ed a n***a or got caught for some dope he selling
Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo
My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a n***a
See the boys, you better warn a n***a but JID prolly got warrants, n***a
Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence, n***a
Swear your raps so borin', n***a
Then you say you trap—you be lyin', n***a
I don't f** with none of y'all happy trappers
Better grab and strap, people dyin', n***a, Lord
Sorry we making all the noise
But you ain't have to call the boys
Some sh** you just can't avoid
Dumb sh**, coolin' with the squad
[Outro]