I'm f*ckin' this bitch, she screaming my government
Squirt on the sheets, change them, then we f*ck again
I'm tryna get rich, but serving people by hand-to-hand
Pink mist in demand, I'm finna make a hundred bands
Riding round in a Benz
This here a tonka truck, avant-garde style
This fit on me a one of one
Nigga run up and he done
Bullets punch a hole in his top, Capri Sun
Thats facts, black tar in the bag
Remind me of dog poop, my glock run out
Lunchroom table, put the beats on you
I can be belligerent, rather not make the news
I like to be discreet, if you was me, could you fit my shoes
Dealings', killin', robberies, you name it
I'm a drillin' sergeant, woulda thought I was at basic
But I'm on to somethin' major
Rap, ecom, real estate
I'ma make it so young and turnt, they think that I'm famous
Nigga
Superfly, ha
Thats facts