[Intro] Uh, fuckin' wisdom tooth is killin' me Fuck, whatever—ahem
[Verse 1] Check, anybody can see the kid got it I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts Bagging a couple bitches and fucking them all at once Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts Thinking 'bout rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talking I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles With a 8th in my pre-rolls, call that shit a tarantula Tarantino on your big screen, ho Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo' You gotta chill cause niggas can get they cap peeled I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em And a million other black children, let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'
[Hook] Alright, I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something Niggas talkin' crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny Pull up on ya, had a crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up
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[Verse 2] Look, look, alright Looking for it in the night time, I been looking for it all day I'ma get it at the right time, watch em fuck with me the long way Watch a nigga at the bike whip, hit the buyer with the stone face Greenbriar with the whole case, bust it down and flood the whole state Bitches know when that work good, Anna Mae eat the whole cake We ain't even gotta role play, had to get it out the bowl way Kill shit, OJ, no way, Jose, slo-mo, okay I don't do this shit at your pace, I ain't here to do it your way And I'm coming through the ceiling Through the floor, back and front door way You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade—wait Even before grades, going to my brother court dates And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he selling Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a nigga See the boys, you better warn a nigga but JID prolly got warrants, nigga Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence, nigga Swear your raps so borin', nigga Then you say you trap—you be lyin', nigga I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers Better grab and strap, people dyin', nigga, Lord Sorry we making all the noise, but you ain't have to call the boys Some shit you just can't avoid, dumb shit, coolin' with the squad
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