(WoodleyOnThaBeat)

I got a fat-ass sewer roach smoking right now

Full of that gas, full of that gas

I'm gon' put him on his ass (pussy, ayy, look)

Keep me out yo' mentions (oh-yuh, oh-yuh)

If it's beef, then put the patty on the biscuit (I swear)

Ain't go to college, but I got far from my tuition (got far from my tuition)

And all these niggas stealing my flows jitts my children (wait)

Damn, wait I got children? I had to snap back to my senses (oh-yuh, oh-yuh)

Flawless gang got me grilling from the dentist (bling, blaow)

I had her on my knees, but know she ain't repenting (uh-uh, uh-uh)

We catch a b***h right by the E-Pass then we send it (come here)

You got no G-pad when these got my brother sentenced (got my brother sentenced)

He went to court them crackers hollering, "Apprehend him" (they took my niggas)

She wanna f*ck 'cause I'm a seven-figure n***a (seven-figure n***a)

Man, that hoe can't get a smirk, but I'ma grill her (hurr)

This jit got beans in every color he got skittles (oh-yuh, oh-yuh)

She want a Porsche, so I done hit her with the rental (hit her with the rental)

The way she threw that ass back, it broke my fender (she wrecked the car)

These niggas undercover brothers, what's they gender? (Like, who you are?)

I want that sour bitch, she musky and she bitter (want that ho)

But she devour dick, esophagus, and liver (oh-yuh, oh-yuh)

The way them 7.62s hit 'em, ripped the tissue (graow, graow)

I feel like Tim, 'cause now I'm dunkin' off my dribble (dunkin' off my dribble)

I f*ck with schooly, bitch, but don't call me no riddle (don't call me no riddle)

Oh, I could be yo' Winnie the Pooh, you be my Tigger (you be my Tigger)

She want a 4 for 4, I told her "Hold this dinner" (oh. yeah. this dinner)

I got that package off that low, came from my n***a (came from my n***a)

You better not lack at all, you lack, then you remember (you be remembered)

I know Lil Huncho and OD born in September ('cause them my niggas)

I bet we feasting on another meal in November (hurr)

And grab yo' coat, 'cause it get chilly in December (oh-yuh, oh-yuh)

Don't hopscotch, take a step, you'll be a victim (come on, come on)

The cops out, the blocks hot, we had to hit 'em (we gotta go)

I rock out, I got my fire, so have you fentanyl (oh, rock out, nigga)

And I know if I ain't have all this money, you wouldn't be tender (swear, oh-yeah)

I know who you is, throw you off, say you look familiar (you look familiar)

The way we roll a n***a block, we some armadillos (oh-yuh, oh-yuh)

And they some caterpillars

He got a hundred thugging in the rental (I swear)

I sent my sliders just to slide, and they spin like some spinners (come on)

He fell deep off in that water, he sprayed 'em, then drift 'em (oh, yeah, he drownin')

He tried to creep around the back, that s**t there for beginners (but now he frownin')

And I'ma pick up where you lack, momma raised a lil' winner (come on)

That Mercy baby out the drive, now it's fur and chinchillas (blaat!)

And I don't even know what the f*ck chinchillas is, my manager told me though

I'ma be in that shit, sauce n***a (saucy) Glizzy