Phone DND don’t talk to me
Talking bout beef that’s chops me
Not really a saint I’m not Tariq
Dodging the bops it’s hard to see
I **** with my ***** it’s hard leave
I want that guala that guapneese
If you don’t got it don’t cop the piece

I’m a hood nigga its all in my blood I’m drinking my henny on rocks
**** I look like this ain’t Paxi nigga my swagger don’t come in a box
I’m raising the standard and raising the bar don’t call me K.Keed I’m your pops
Oh you a actor now pussy you better not pull up with props

I walk in this ***** and pockets look like I’m on Sumo
I’m a bastard baby relax can’t fit in your friends this really a two door
She thick and my typa package stay on the charts I’m investing in Pudo
I’m sorry there’s really no future stuck in the past I’m bumping that Pluto

She a treasure that they all hope they find, hey!
I can’t tag her, can’t let them know my prize, hey
Way I’m skatin’, I don’t walk I just glide, hey
Share it with the gang, it can’t all be mine
With my homies
Tryna’ get paid, learnt the game from my OG’s
Don’t trust a thing that she say, gotta show me
Miley Cyrus, thought she Hanna Montana
Lil ego, had to dead her
Took my other out the ghetto
Pay them no mind
Hate ? Okay that’s all fine
Faith on my side, things gon’ change, I know God
We made some hits from the back room, garage
Can’t go back, stack some chips, make mama proud

She inlove in the friend zone
Xolo andifuni mendo
But I think she got a man doe
I’m a g and pull strings
Baby ndim Geppetto
All my dogs in a kennel
Pop **** no more kernels
Got strips **** a flannel

I got all black shades so I can’t see
Stay in my hive just let me be
Lost my ***** just let me grieve
Deep in a hole can’t let you peep
**** what you heard you niggas sheep
Only thing I’m deprived is probably sleep