Friday night vibes right taxi outside

Can′t take the benz, swervin slip 'n′ slide

Done crud & crime but don't sip 'n′ driveGrab my jacket and the packet let′s - glide

Call me big trouble yeah double X L

Turn up to the motive i'm ready to raise hell

Creed can′t mask that heavy skunk smell

More drugs in my system than red blood cells

Pop a pregab drop rhymes in the beat lab

Move onto benzos, feelin like he man

Anything could get me more hyped, beak can

Chaotic on narcotics fuck it I'ma free man

Double cupping lean, gonna cause a scene

Wipe a man out clean like my front windscreen

Wig another in his chin then buss a sixteen

I weigh a buck oh three no pounds thats keys

Speccy faced rapper not like ones on telly

Dadbod whiteboy stretch marks potbelly

Don′t misunderstand I still thug makaveli

Trust! one bomb I turn ya top boy to jelly

Pull up at the dance, always shitfaced

If hell is a party make sure I die wasted

Heard life's sacred but, my mind′s tainted

Eyes stay shaded I'm always hella faded

Brought a small circle, that's the hit squad

Don′t need to drop verbal to make shit pop off

Essay top colonel I just give the quick nod

And my nutcase tugs get the shubz locked off

I don′t, chat too much I'm on silence or violence

Leave me alone or catch hands like a virus

No drake or breezy but see the chicks beside us?

Tryna, fuck one tonight I don′t need no guidance

Tryna make cult classics, rappin' pulp fiction

No doubt in this game you encounter some friction

My reply to a diss make your nose run crimson

Bad role model, don′t do drugs children

I make the studio shake, ya magnitude mere

Essay going clear yeah we good over here

Tryna get radio active, kinda nuclear

Big do tonight yeah it's happy new year

Rockin red bottoms but no Louboutin

Just, claret from the last punk that i stomped on

Suppin this rum ′til the last drop gone

Then I'm pullin' hot spice maybe a posh one

Give before I take you ain′t gotta be a fake

Fuck you on the sink make your, legs shake

Make you ball out, scream my name

Bathroom queue all they hear is OH ESSAY

Finished with Barbie - Back to the party

Screwfaced youts looking like they wanna start it

Don′t shout the gang im a one man army

As they approach, grip this bottle of bacardi

I'm the guy on my own, don′t need henchmen so

When I see opps don't be shocked excess, woah!

Drag em outside eat them alive, Alfresco!

Came here tonight on a mission, like Fezco!