Aye, what's good? Its

Uav with the Thizzler Cypher

Aye, they lucky

They ain't let me get on the beat

Bruh, but, aye, they got it, they got it

Go ahead, bruh

Aye, look

Off the dribble, I'm like whoo

Yeah, this beat hard

Niggas sweethearts, on God

They don't even be hard

My lil niggas be popping Percs

Like they SweeTARTS

Tryna go dumb in this b***h like a retard

Bitch, peep drip

Mix Off-White with Louis and some PURPLE

RIP the thugs and, on God, RIP to Virgil

I snuck the toolie in this b***h

I don't wanna hurt you

I need all blues out this b***h

I don't wanna flirt you

Made a couple bands

'Fore I ever made a hit

As a lil n***a I was really

Trapping around this b***h

Wrap a bowl and move it home

We sending packs around this b***h

Dice game, one roll

Don't get cracked around this b***h

My chain hang, we gangbang

I'm on that money route

Brother told me rock these shows

And we gon' make it out

She put them bands in her purse

Then I took 'em out

On my mama, I need more money

Y'all can take the clout

Can you salute me?

Fresh off the plane from LA

My life a movie, aye

Big Bnb s**t

We gon' fill 'em up with groupies

Niggas said they on my head

Well, nigga, shoot me

2022, I'm taking over, bitch, this my year

Too damn high, I'm in the sky, Buzz Lightyear

I heard you looking for your bitch, bruh, she right here

She leave with me

I'm a n***a worst nightmare

They really love me from LA to Japan

Did a couple million views

Now I need a million bands

Gotta watch who you call your mans

I don't got too many friends

If you hopping on that road to

These riches you need a plan, n***a

My n***a Mir made the beat

Here we go again

I just rolled my last Zemi up

I'm at the store again

I'm finna pull the move, I'm like

"Bro, we need to smoke again"

She broke me off a dub

I start laughing, did the Joker dance

I just hit my cougar b***h up, finna blow her in

Got this b***h bank account froze like

I snowed er in

They like the lil dreads in the back

I just growed 'em in

Fuck her off my name, you only f*ck her

'Cause you showed her ten

I need this Zemi leaf, get the red pack

You can get a extra 20K

Bring his head back

I just rolled a eighth of Zaza

And some dead pack

You loving on that dirty thot b***h

I been bled that

Nigga said he on my head, n***a, lie again

Oh, I thought that n***a told

That's your slime again?

They not finna drop a hundred shots

Finna slide again

Need to free my lil brother out

Doing time again

Smoking clocks

Counting blues riding through the blade

Pull up on the side of a hoe, aye

Bitch, what's your name?

When I touch my next thirty piece I'm coming Johnny Dang

Finna pull the move on us I feel like Dwyane

Aye, huh?

You just be typing hella gangster

You a Internet shooter

So I had to snatch your b***h 'cause she was digging the shooter

You be saying rap cap from behind a computer

But if I mutilate your face that's a slimy

Maneuver

Man, I don't understand all this

Talking they doing

Say you wanna blow me down

Come up on me and do it

And I ain't capping when I speak

Bitch, I'm really gon' shoot it

You think I'm p***y 'cause I'm white

Bro, you really are stupid

Yeah, my brother saw

Life before he saw a diploma

Started smoking hella early 'cause we love the aroma

Yeah, Puyallup where

I'm from but I've got love in Tacoma

I've got a brother in the Bay and I've got one in Daytona

I got suckers on

My back and they be hoping I get shitbagged

They want me in a box and, yeah

They hope I get a toe tag

Can't let it happen

I gotta prove 'em wrong and prevail

Always follow God but, oh my god, he put me through hell

Stay levelheaded

I take it to the chin and proceed

Bitch get me attached

Say she love me then she ghost me

Never been no b***h to admit that I cry a lot

Fuck being sad

Put them tears up in a frying pot

Rocking by my lonely

Since '05 posted on the block

Down for all my brothers

Thinking differently, you better not

Can't even speak to God

About the s**t I done did

A lot of fathers getting taken

We got kids raising kids

It's an overlapping circle just like twisting a lid

And if I pop this Wocky top then I'ma drop in the thizz

I'm too faded to think

I'm just drifting from reality

Pretend that you okay and then distract from actuality

I'm faded, I'm dated, been going crazy

I made it

I don't stutter in my speech

Best believe I'ma say it

I been tryna be more open

'Bout the ways I been feeling

I been shortening my circle and

Expanding my vision

I just wanna be at peace, f*ck the shooting and killing

But if they ever try to test me

They ain't raising they children, huh?

Aye, y'all know what the f*ck going on

I had to bring them

Boutabag niggas to the Thizzler Cypher, man

Kflex in the building, he finna chew this motherfucker, come on

Aye

It's kinda hard to tell me stop after they get me going

They try to stab

You in your back and act like you ain't knowing

Bands for this fit

But to you it's just regular clothing

Fifty dollar eighths, we ain't doing no regular smoking

You ain't never had a foreign b***h that need a passport

Bitch, my niggas really

'Bout a bag, not 'bout a Jansport

Baby, I cannot put on a cape

That's what your man for

Brother get to blowing with that fire

It's a FN torch

All your n***a do is tell tales, I think he a fairy

It's a Boutabag n***a season, yeah, it's getting scary

Baby, put this nick in your purse like

Mariah Carey

He a cat and he beat her ass

Like it's Tom and Jerry

Everybody saying that they balling

They keep thunder

I wouldn't worry 'bout no n***a

With a wack jumper

I'm the type to give a bad b***h a fake number

You ain't make her pay for that pipe

You a fake plumber

Aye

I been killing cyphers for a minute

This s**t old to me

Name a n***a f*ck

Hoes and sell out more shows than me

You ain't got no load

How is you trapping? Niggas bold to me

And stop making songs with all that cap, niggas hoes to me

Said he 'bout a bag but bro can't buy designer clothes like me

He ain't spending bands on Melrose

Neck froze like me

Who you know mix Off-White and

RtA clothes like me?

And how the f*ck I let this

Wockhardt get a hold of me?

I showed you niggas how to talk shit, it's not coincidental

Took the diamonds out the shop

And threw 'em in my dental

Niggas asking 'bout that Lamb truck

But it was just a rental

I'm high off top shelf

You high off monkey in the middle

I just need like two rich bitches

Put me in the middle

My last b***h call me Peter Piper

'Cause she like my pickle

I'ma talk s**t 'til I can't, leave the beat cripple

Bands on his top

Box the chop but I am not Remble

And I am not rapping, I just s**t talk

The Wocky saying, "Pour me up," I think I seen a brick talk

Broke niggas out here moving ass-backwards crisscross

If I ain't really 'bout a bag

Then how I make his b***h walk?

If I ain't really 'bout a bag then how I make his b***h walk?