i pop some percocets then i pop some xanax sitting back strapped cocked plotting on your man next jack a nigga for his work and stretch it like some spandex he hesitate i spray and leave him like a tampex oops i meant a tampax bitch i keep that anthrax i can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs shoot off your sedan lap nigga i demand stacks i aint playing black bitch i be spraying macks all type of guns with accessories im like cosby for the bills i need mills like stephanie pussy niggas cant stand next to me ive got dope and ecstasy keep em floating like both of the levees breached 80s baby but my soul from the 70s worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas niggas aint og scary lil bitch please tune ate pussy in the can frisky i got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet now these niggas kissing ass but they cant say shit im just here to separate the real from the fake shit i told you i was coming n im sorry for the wait i gotta get this money mane its right here in my face i got the devil on my back i dont wanna be up in that place my mom tell me to be safe i just keep running in these streets i cant stop fuckin with these hoes but i say im just doing me bitch im a 9th ward nigga mason street d g that flordia right by the d they need to free my nigga b i aint the type of person to be running from no beef those fucking guns are gonna be bursting somebody knocked off their feet so watch your fucking mouth before you end up on that floor and stop acting like youre hard cause you know youve been a ho i told you out the gate im not the fake i gotta say it please excuse almost forgot im all dizzy by the way  money over bitches bitch im coming for the check vampire living bitch im coming for your neck raw im sharp my swagger like an x im a motherfucking monster i rap like im possessed call me mr still smoking smoke it in a paper the game is a bitch hold her down and rape her yes i am a blood but i be wylin with my skaters we probably smoking flavors bumping tyler the creator im a eastside native all my niggas soo woopin they went crazy when they heard i had a song with lil tunechi bitch get some ice and pour my sprite and light my bong and my doobies fuck your producer im the one that be producing my music im a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot pot is in me drop ya like an otterbox sleeping on me like im rapping with a blanket kill a nigga have him thinking that he planking all red plaid shirt skinny ass jeans on them goons at your front door choppers out ding dong didnt i change the game and put my motherfucking team on now let my chopper ring baka is my ringtone fuck you ho ass niggas i get money and get over hoes we hold court with them heaters pop case open closed looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole and my blunt be stupid fat double stuffed oreos i get loaded til i motherfucking overload been rapping flows still tight like aerobics clothes ask them bitches i told em hoes they back it up like sunnydrive and bronx tale cologero lighter in my pocket light the sky rocket pull em hammers out and run them niggas like stockings got some niggas from my city thugga dizzy flow sorry 4 the wait coming soon carter iv bitch 