Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. [x4]

Haha, Yo you see they probably wonder why I don't smile

Cuz this cats need to get there own style

Hold the phone dial

I go miles, when I'm sprinting on the beat

You get lifted of yo feet

When yo spliffin up my trees

Quit givin me a speech

I really tryna hear this

See with these lyrics

I'm tryna run fearless

We playing games in this jungle, Jumanji

With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry

Call me an arm free fucking around

I'm putting words in your mind

So you in love with the sound

They saving my place

Tryna shove this food in my face

So they force it down my throat

Til I'm use to the taste

Now move to your place

Cuz I'm campin out on top

Fresh kicks on my feet

While you sititn in some socks

Cops tryna get me lock

Catch me fucking with shenanigans

But ill just handle them and throw them in the ambulance

They want to know what my hands is in

Scare me straight

Get back bitch I ain't tryna share my plate

Whats good fam, I love money, I will marry cake.

Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate.

And I ain't talking about one of them

I'm getting both

I grab them and get a lo

And then take their money and their coats

I blow trees, so my mouth is always filled with smoke

You sniffin coke

Singing but you haven't hit a note

Plus that shit you wrote isn't set to carry a crowd

I'm legendary anywhere that I'm out

I'm sharing this pound

With my people like a how high sequel

Told my people need to air out the house

So beware of my mouth

Spittin venom, coming out the cerebellum

With these kicks on my feet,

See I told you I was gellin

You playin felon

You in stealin a penny

I put a hole in your belly like you oprah or jenny

Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. [x4]

I sport a long white tee, fitted cap, baggy pants.

If you see me be sure to slap my hand

Some people do it for the love

Some peiple do it cuz they can

But me, I'm tryna be legend like Bag a Vance

Some rap will make you think

While other shit will make you dance

So I bump what ever is in the system

Tryin to make some plans

I just want to see whats good for the night time

IF nothings hype, I'ma head up to crib and write rhymes

Age like white wine, nicer by the second,

Thats why I never put punctuation on a sentence

Cuz the song goes on, here a dope song

If they say I wasn't for real, then you was told wrong

See you ain't on, what we on

You bright, I'm neon

I'm smoking up the weed till the tree gone

Yeaahh

My life is up and down like a sew saw

So I stay with a Bitch like Leon...Phelps