Oh wow

You want the next part, kablaow

Yeah, kablaow, yeahHold up, oh wow, shit

That′s the part

Shit, I'm proud

The track

Got a whole lot of cash

Kablaow

I put a hole in your...

Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow)

She got a big old ass, I′m proud (But)

I got a whole lot of cash, kablaow

I put a hole in your ass (And then), I'm out

Like a motherfuckin' lamp

Smoke in my nappy dreads, how you scared to die, nigga?

Don′t believe that lie, I think that everybody happy dead

Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination

I done seen worse for real right there off ′Yac and behind gas station

Cambridge Homes, 'partments where the girls get damaged young

From overexposure to the vultures

And prey on them like pastors is supposed to

If they wasn′t so concerned about the tags that's on they clothes, but

Guess that′s how it goes, fuck it, what do I know?

Ain't been in service since Jim Jones had somethin′ with Hov

I document my life with rap beefs, love songs, favorite albums

In years that my niggas got blood on they

Sneakers from bodies they might've caught

I don't judge no one, I′m just knowin′

At night, when it get quiet, that shit could fuck with 'em

And if it don′t right now, it's gon′ catch up to 'em

Guilt heavy as a cloud in a thunderstorm, huh

My niggas blowing loud like an elephant

It′s helpin' 'em to cope, I don′t do nothin′ if it don't

Make somethin′, make a dollar

Make me wonder, make me prouder

Make me karma, make me better

I ain't no killer, don′t make me have to, nigga

You want my spot, well maybe after, nigga

So active on the radio, I'm radioactive, nigga

That′s a bar, I had to give it to 'em

Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room

And I feel like the world is ending soon

Is there any good or bad? Well that's depending on you

And if you wake up in time

I know it′s better to be sleep, that′s why we hate the alarm

I feel you

Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow)

She got a big old ass (She got a big old butt), I'm proud (What?)

I got a whole lot of cash (Racks, racks), kablaow

I put a hole in your ass (And then), I′m out

Like a motherfuckin' lamp

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Oh yeah

Bizness Boi

Yeah, uh

Oh yeah

If I keep moving like this, then I′m a god

Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside

And I know it inside, inside out, ayy

What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh

If I keep moving like this, then I′m a god

Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside

And I know it inside, inside out, ayy

What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh

The way I'm robbin′, niggas say I′m gonna die

I bought a baby Draco carbon, that's a motherfuckin′ lie

Stephen Curry on my hip, Klay Thompson, let it fly

Southwest Murder Block Crips, we don't die, we multiply (Crip)

Maxo talk a lot of shit but is he really ′bout that life? (Say what?)

Is a pig's pussy pork and can a caterpillar fly? (That′s right)

Go Go Gadget, toting ratchets, beam attachment on the side

I keep a savage that'll blast it, my crash dummies down to ride

These niggas janky than a bitch, I do my shit up on my lonely

So I can't trust you on a lick if you not Nina, Mac, or Tommy

Traphouse serving like hibachi, Draco, chopstick, baby AK

Different flavors like Tekashi, twelve gauge shotty like I′m Tr3yway

Maxo Kobe, holy moly, servin′ smokey like I'm Dae Dae

Runnin′ out of dog food like I fed Chico

Put a brick on your head and get you dropped like Deebo

I'm slangin′ bricks like Craig, I'm tryna drop these bows

If I keep moving like this, then I′m a god

Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside

And I know it inside, inside out, ayy

What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh

If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god

Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside

And I know it inside, inside out, ayy

What this shit here mean? It′s the Japanese, huh

Look

Alright, I fucked up my whip ′cause I'm high and I swerve Sorry that

I scared you, I didn′t do that on purpose My life been

Fucked up so I got problems with my nerves My hands get sweaty...