Pull up on the block and I'm lit got em'

looking real sick throw it up won't miss

Issa home run hit

Getcha Weight Up

Oh my God he the best outburst like

tourette's I ain't even got to stress

Keep it trill nothing less Getcha Weight Up

(Rockstar Jt Verse)

Shake my hand at the show

But you hating on the low

Heard you like the way I flow

Got to stream like a O (cean)

Working on these rhymes

On the clock never waste time

On the ladder and I got to climb

To the top cause' the case mine

Feet up in the trap I don't even wanna rap put my city on the map in

the church doing laps Whipping' and Flippin' and throwing up 4's

banging up west and cooking on the stove you thinking you bout

it they kick in the doors leaving you dripping like the water hose

Body dry if you keep running your mouth

From Montgomery,

Alabama we ain't never seen a

drought you can drown cause we up right now

And we living for a purpose till' we float up to the clouds (aye)

(Big Yae Verse)

Never thought I'd be on a classic beat

But i ain't got no limit no master p

I'm bout to kill the beat another

Casualty Yep it's bout to be another tragedy

And then I'm gonna walk out casually dazzling like this is Actually,

happening don't miss this Masterpiece, it has to be,

ecliptic You don't see then put it on yah

wish list We gone ride out for the winter

I call up my friend and we go out to dinner

I think I should date her cause that'd be a winner

They wish that I would I'm not talking bout splinters (nah)

But I got to stack up the plates (Go bigger) Then I'm gone be

bouncing away (No tigger) And jt would want to put me on a song

That got something to do with some

weight (go figure) I do this to show you my god

Aye That's why I go hard for the lawd Yah

Yo sodium levels be high Aye

You need to cool it with the salt yah

I'm losing some weight in a minute aye

And you can believe it or nah Yah

But I don't keep none of the glory for myself

I Give all the glory to god Yah (Chorus)