This ain't no ass but we count up cake now
I took yo bitch we ain't finna make out
I'm not a hero I ain't finna save her
This ain't a notebook but we got the paper
Smoking gas like I come from Jamaica
That's gelato roll it up in the paper
Covered in dough I feel like a baker
Bitch call me daddy just like I'm Vader
I'm with a baddie up in the backseat
You want the smoke it get bloody like maxi-pad
I'ma hit her in the back of the cab
Strap round my neck like a fanny pack
You say a joke no one laughing at that
I got them laughing that's matter of fact|
I'ma spaz on the beat like a 730
When I shoot I don't miss like I'm Stephen Curry
Selling perkies counting hunnids of bands
Ain't a professor I'm stuck in the lab
I just came back from the future
Just took a look and you stuck in the past
I'm stuck with gas all up in pockets
You want the smoke we pull up with a rocket
I see you fronting with nothing in profit
I am the plug but I don't need a socket
Kick yo door we ain't knocking you want smoke then you got it
Now they know who the profit
All these hoes getting cocked like a stick
Pockets too heavy I walk with a limp
Talking that shit but they say it online
I came with my guys we came for they lives
Hop on the beat blow they brains to the sky
I sell a nick but I say it's a dime
F*ckin' with me then you paying the price
I did her wrong I ain't making it right
She came for the night now I'm kicking her out
All I really wanted was my dick in her mouth
I come from New York I'm repping my city
I'm in the whip but this shit ain't no Mini
Mathematician I count up the digits
Call me G-Eazy I don't got a limit
Handle the business a matter of minutes
You want the beef then you practically finished
Wanted the bag so I had to get it
I spit a bar it's a magical sentence
I had to do 'em like I'm Patrick Ewing
I'm the first pick and a stacking student
All the parents think I'm a bad influence
Said they'll murk me well they'll have to do it