Quick 16 In the comment section Like it’s 2008 All yall dawgs in recession All yall dogs need they weapons All yall dogs stop flexin Nodding off of the tek and High as hell on the jet and I cracked another 10k on a hand of roulette then Passed it off to my accountant he a lethal fucking weapon Nobody writes anymore I don’t fight anymore Got a couple smith and Wesson That just do the talking for me Imma motherfuxking god She eat me up just like piranha She check me feeling better than the doctor But I got a couple options Like the big titty blonde that’s From Tennessee proper She kinda off her fucking rocker Got a Latin chick talking Off my ear at the car show I just copped some fucking blanca Dress like black Willy Wonka And nobody gonna stop him Popping off in RU-vid comments Real 2006-2012 streaming era vibes, people don’t be dropping verses Anymore they know it’s worthless Steal my bars and make em work in Your song that’s not hurting Don’t do me fucking dirty And say you really wrote it When we all really knowing They tryna spit it and it’s showing They ain’t really fucking on it SVJ yeah I own it 1 of 1 my chain look like the surface Of some water thats so calm and I’m in the Cayman Islands Black and white fucking diamonds That’s ain’t segregated rhyming Sayin Black Lives Matter Free Palestine, Smoke Shatter Yeesh 2 days no sleep bars is the bag.
