Fetty, Mula, Gwalla

Energy made this one

Ah

Lil' foot stuck on the scams, he so Jigga die

I don't need veneers, but the Zaga gave me crooked eyes

Call your uncle up who fix cars, bitch, the hood on fire

You rollin' up some farts that don't stink, that's a whoopee cushion

You ain't teach a lesson with the belt, that's a rookie whoopin'

Three and Stilly put me down on my whooshie tushy

My bitch Zagas out from head to toe, yours got cookie pussy

Stan gon' set the screen and I'ma roll off it

D gon' cut backdoor then catch the oop, we go ballin'

Welcome to the spot right next to the brick, a roach crawlin'

Think your man sendin' an SOS, I hear the roach talkin'

Make her suck it on the interstate, this lil' ho road doggin'

You a glizzy gladiator, me and your ho raw doggin'

He a tax time terrorist, nah, he don't ball often

Come get your bitch, she tryna suck the balls off me

Greet the clerk with a howdy in a town with all honkies

Fuck Amiri's wintertime, you know me, it's all joggin'

Ridin' Hell Kitty, but the trunk is full of all doggy

Caught him up in cash on the six, let me call shawty

Wake up at 523 and nah, I ain't off coffee

Opps can never score a thing, they must think we off-ballin'

Rockin' spider in the track, it got me in a hawk crawlin'

He got euthanized for all that barkin', I hit dog noggin'

Air Bud, life a movie, you know all my dogs ballin'

Fetti Mula guala, boy, I only talk pape'

I might send a whole thou' if I off K

Funny how a hat cheap, but the sauce ain't

If I catch him in that water, make him walk plank

Who decide it's war? Mike Amiri, not no ball main

Send a shot and hit a nigga top, that's how you call game

Nah, militia touchin' dog shit, remember dog days

Boy, these niggas all lame

This a wide body SRT, I'm finna hog lanes

Like skrrt, take off on that ho, she don't eat the cock

Cuddy got a diamond pick the way he beat the block

Bakin' for that dough, you'd think his coffin was a pizza box

I be blowin' money, where I shop, you couldn't leave with socks

Brodie need a line of Wock', the bitches say they need a shot

Benny sent them back into the lobby, I think he a bop

How I just slammed a nigga, bitch think I could be The Rock

I been goin' up, shit, I'm so close, think I can see the top

Shooter like headshots, he got the diamond camo

Tryna shoot all of my haters, runnin' out of ammo

Can show you how to drop a check, it used to be the Lego

I'm out of town lookin' for a candy apple Faygo

Why you mad at the world? Bitch, look in the mirror

Let a bitch set the play and we gon' have to kill her

You steady hangin' with them losers, come and get a winner

Yeah, I probably said that shit, but boo, I don't remember

That's what happens when you always off some marijuana

She be gettin' passed around, you better wear a condom

Nobody just can't be around, this should be a honor

I'll meet you on the east, I'm turnin' right on Connor

Never left the guys behind, I put 'em in position

We ain't got no competition, you just gotta listen

If you let me drive my boys, I might just grant your wishes

You still livin' with your mama, go and do the dishes

You still doin' texts, that's like 2019

Keep it real in the dark, always do the right thing

If she ain't tryna fuck, then she goin' hiking

New ice got me cold, Minnesota Viking

Sheesh