You can tell what I inhale
Is good as hell just by the smell
Do ya dirt all by ya self
It's well known that most will tell
Squeaking for a square and soda
G code blue boys are decoding
What they claimed quickly eroding
Exposing video recordings
Not devoted as they claimed
Shouting gang gang gang
Showing love but it was fake
In the courtroom ain't the same
I been solo on the dolo never involved with the popos
Promised momma I wouldn't follow my primo he died a cholo
You can tell
Yeah I'm really bout my shit
You can tell
They lay around I'm getting chips
You can tell
Her ass is real by how it sit
You can tell
They ass will tell won't plead the fifth
You can tell
Yeah I'm really bout my shit
You can tell
They lay around I'm getting chips
You can tell
Her ass is real by how it sit
You can tell
They ass will tell won't plead the fifth
I can feel the hate it's ok I send it back
Pen on max writing tracks smoking plenty packs
After racks I need stacks want that Cadillac
I ain't playing baby you'll never Similac
Not after ass only cash and herb
She still throw it on me like Im asking her
Fly for no reason like a massive bird
Just enjoying the views till I'm back on Earth
Shades on my face as I bask on the dirt
Then back to my place we passin the purp
Made me a perv cause her ass is absurd
This shit bump like you backed into curbs
Serving Ls they cant endure
Give hatas hell like I'm Aleister
No passenger
Swanging passing amateurs
They sleep on me like lavender
Never count sheep I massacre
I'm Bout the Bucks no antlers
Fly through the stars like Captain Kirk
Going eat this beat then have dessert