i just took your bitch michael jordan how i m scorin stay gassed up like my foreign i be floorin stuntin like i m justin might fuck up the club one time hundreds in my pocket but you know i keep a dime i don t work at nike but i got that check on me heating up the streets i keep that heat right next to me bag a opp but throw the trash up in the dump flexing all the time hulk hogan with the pump smoking on that dope like it s 72 i got purple on me yung randy a bruise came up out the fucking dirty give a fuck bout your views randy burns yung boi y all ain t got a blues clue i be countin blue benjis while i sip on this henny while i m drivin in the hemi give a fuck about living larry larry all these bitches screaming at me y all all sleeping randy count money i can t fuck with no sheep ain t no denim yeah randy balmain freezer on my neck it gon keep evolving pass your hoes around like a damn auction yeah randy boy the one like it was a drawing too much in my pocket so i stash it in the closet i just took your bag and you know i went shoppin what ya working with i m counting dirty bread lit off of percocets i can t get worried yet we don t talk to idiots you can ask my ar i know my yung boi got my back he waiting in the car dumb swag pack he want his bag back i wish i could but i need a couple racks