| It’s surreal gang Lil bitch a-ha |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Gave you another chance, but you blew that shit again |
| I be smokin' on cherry pie, so high I can’t even land |
| I just ran off with his (Sack) |
| That lil nigga was a fan |
| I might blow this bitch like a fan |
| And run off with his advance |
| Come on bro you know you broke |
| In the McLaren candy coat |
| I put the red dot on his nose |
| Clown, I’m takin him as a joke |
| I’m doin' the tough drugs, hardcore, lil' nigga til' I croak |
| I’m smokin the juul and I’ma give him smoke |
| Autumn just pulled up, they got ghost |
| I’m pressing these lil' niggas just like a remote |
| And me and my bitch headed to devote |
| He said that I’m broke I was like nope |
| I know you see this Prada all on my coat |
| Subtracting these niggas I don’t do no slopes |
| And my bankroll fat, knot, like a rope |
| Prada slides, I don’t do no Coach |
| I’m blowing the gas like a referee |
| Can’t fuck with him he not a friend of me |
| And I’m V-Lone cause I got enemies |
| I’m fuckin his bitch frequently |
| I’m rollin the wood yeah easily |
| I’m breaking it down yeah evenly |
| And I’m kicking shit yeah peacefully |
| They stealing my flow they love my frequency |
| They know I’m they dad, yeah secretly |
| And my pockets on fat obesity |
| I’m pushing the coupe illegally |
| I dress in designer conveniently |
| I was just in her mouth yeah recently |
| You kissing that hoe couldn’t be me |
| I’m trynna be on your tv |
| Smokin' that gas seein 3D |
| Smokin that gas seeing E. T |
| I got them shooters like its P. E |
| I want everything I’m needy |
| The CLS it’s speeding |
| Jugg that boy guap I’m keeping |
| She giving brain like she teaching |
| I’m getting guap 'cause I’m eating |
| Gave you another chance, but you blew that shit again |
| I be smokin' on cherry pie, so high I can’t even land |
| I just ran off with his (Sack) |
| That lil nigga was a fan |
| I might blow this bitch like a fan |
| And run off with his advance |