[Verse 1]
I'ma take you out
I'ma take you out
Know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm the next up, you're the next down
That 808
That 808
Pac handed down the rap crown to Gar V
I'm speak for myself
Reak like weed, keep to myself
I'm a man of words but you won't hear them
Bad a** kid machine gun as well
Brace yourself
Why? Incase Gar V's chase is gone, gonna have to drink it straight
Big 8 followin' rum like they runnin' a race to first place
Come hither, don't wait
Finish line's my liver and the winner feels great sittin' down there bakin' me like an intoxi-f**in'-cake
Impala ridin' thru the desert in a whip with no name, peasant
When it rains it pours
Never hesitant to pour more and more and more
Four score a lot of years snortin' boards
Whoops I mean Xanax; against my panic attacks
Manic, insanic, insomniac on conyac, smack, crack
Backpills in my lunchables
Mmmm. Crunch-a-munchable blunts
You feel the wraith of Gar V in yo system
Crystal rips while yours is just stem
I smell it. I can tell it's sh**ty weed
Itty bitty pinner?
Seeds?
Feed it to ya please, I don't need it
Have it up
Indeed retard, I dun had about enough
Last seen sinning
Last sheen winning about enough to keep Gar V seen grinning
f**
Blast a bong
Keep your head spinning with no direction
Inspection, run it back
I said "blast a bomb"
Shouts out Osama, just kidding
Run and tell your mom I wasn't what you were expectin'