I don't even know where I got all this damn drip like my freezer broke I can't *** with bitches cause I'm toxic like a kettle coke If I get bored, fend off all of my colleagues, bro I'ma get my focus, I'ma roll it, no I'm fake, bro New bitch ridin' on my dick like a skate slug You don't gotta *** with me, bitch, you can stay, bro Getting used to leather boots, all black like a croc Woah, woah, woah, woah Tryna get iced out like mineral dyes Your bitch is a thug and she do all the icing Riding on spot, we gon' take your whole life I know that I could be big, man Grabbin' all the money like a construction crane Fallin' out on Nike, look to me, that *** pocket chain Finna kill my opp like he's my wife and my name O.J. Money thots in the head and you broke, you a whole lamb I'm a ***in' saint like Haley's Hill, Saint Martin I go hard in the paint, bitch, walk on fire, flame Listen to the buck, buck, buck, buck, buck on the chains Roll, roll, roll, roll, you call my dawgs, not tame Classic Bel Air with that baby blue paint Got your bitch jumping on my dick, how's the pain? Leave her out of breath like she runnin' the race Can I go rogue, I got really faith The way I got Jesus, the way I got Kate My knee high, black boots on me, ain't got no lace In New Orleans, bitch, you gotta be GC Call that insane, told your bitch Climbin' all on me like the rains Got it so wet, I damn near started to sing Beat that knob by my side, that *** ain't clean Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah If that boy want it, I got smoke like a tree Got two hoes on me like Yolanda She on me, watch her go, she spark, bro Like a crime scene Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Saint Michael, bitch, you should screamin' out my name Like, yeah, baby girl, I'm on the real, just thought I'd say Don't take the phone from your face like Blu-ray Baby, watch me when it play out, let me see your face And you know I got some deep doom Mind crew, dying crew, sicko like Ocean Angels like your boy, make him die like his voodoo Can't care less about what the pigs say, do But when you in the grind, trap you got into my words, boo Bullets game blue, I hit hurricane blue R.I.P. people too, you know I cry for you Got all the styles, coupe, money to the roof Name by now on me, bro, drippin' like a boat Baby, she hit me like a saint, bitch, she spent my name Leave me in your head every day, and I give a fake And she knew it's fake, really draw a tall race Drink like Marie, in the house like Don Gray And I'm a nun, down in the house, all alone Down in the fire, sick, I *** a soldier boy Tell him, hey, send him a real thing, yeah And she saw my scene, had to mail a bitch One left half dead, she can't not see Cause I'm at your party, body dancin' in the chopper Say, you got this bitch, buyin' all my demands Like she's got a teeth in your hand I felt it twice, and now she's leavin' Read into my eye, and now it's fairly grievin' Mind crew, dying crew, sicko like Ocean They don't suck your boy, make him die like it's voodoo Couldn't care less about what a bitch they do When you in the grind trap, you got into my words, boo Four mils, paint blue, and hair came blue RBB2, you know I cry for you Got my own style, it's cool, money to the roof And they like that on B-Roll, drippin' like a boat RBB2, you know I cry for you