Lyrics:
Smoking Mary Jane they like why you bring this in
Cause Robert be a menace off a shot of Jameson
She see NST she be like where my favorites been
Steady stacking when we finished entertain us then
Playing baseball in the field chasing hits
Getting Bugels (bugles) daily cause my steel taking pics
Rock a mask keep my face concealed slangin this
My identity can’t be revealed making flips
I eat some flame box if she toss a loaf of bread
When she cum raindrops falling on my head
Hit niggas main thots all them wanna beg
Me to slide bang twats calling for the head
My will to kill opps gave me this
And I’m strapped with a semi otto octavius
4 arms strapped niggas better not say we missed
Cause we still alive and yo body got 86d
They be pissed I be snatching niggas hoes smoke some green then she goblin
Gucci got her weezy cause we be steady mobbin
Shoutout to my ex my old b (Obi) said she topping (toppin)
Then she punching rings (punch in rings) she go Creed when we shopping
50 rounds when I slide drop 46
Fox 2 news you know what the top story is
Can’t dodge bullets cause you niggas not Morphius
Bad scene on the screen thought I watched Morbius
Her man lazy leave him then chase me
Love made her fall harder than Gwen Stacey
Don’t matter where I’m at when I spend they see
Misery (Missouri) need company I’m in KC
We sell whatever NA say can do some harm
Dog fiends Doctor Connor’s cause the way they shoot the arm
If we need ps hit up TT we can use a pharm
Police sirens woke us up we never got a new alarm
He ain’t sentenced yet but he snitching bet
Put a round to his head now he Quentin Beck
Every single hoe a bird when they giving neck
Head going back and forth like when a pigeon step
If I was Peter Brock would’ve got capped already
They think I’m Venom cause I would’ve blacked on Eddie
Them quarters still ain’t selling boy yo pack so petty
I got a eye for seeing who ain’t stacked no fetty
I’m always on a hustle she want time I spin her
I’m on a web slinging music think I’m Han Zimmer
Niggas see me with they hoe and get beyond bitter
She think I’m Peter Imma ring it at a fine dinner
Now you wanna beef cause I hit yo real mammy
Guess where yo uncle been (Ben) triggers quick to peel family
Bro left the k at home but he brought the lil whammy
They found a opp neck less (necklace) feds think it’s Trill Sammy
Friend of a fiend he want Brenda or Steve
Told him pull up on my brother for that Bella Hadid
If you ain’t got it on you nigga Zelle us the cheese
Cause if you late I fire like I’m Mr. Aziz
We used to fight now we making family ties mourn
They backing out the beef these some scary times for’em
Brody slapping h out the Marriotts touring
The boy smacking fiends call it Harry Osbornmore