[Intro]
(Keys on the track oooo)
[Chorus]
Fuck the stats I be beating the odds
Hitting the blunt it be making me calm
Rock a turban just like I'm Saddam
I’ma blow up just like I'm a bomb
I'ma leave a lil nigga ‘embalmed
I’ma put her in Christian Dior
Need a ‘shroom I'ma pop me a four
She gone sweep up them racks from the floor (Yeah)
Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)
Like Iran we gone go straight to war (Yeah)
Got the Tesla this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
I just copped me a juug at the state fair
I just sent me a bag next day
I need a bah hold on I'm on the way (Yeah)
She need dick hold on I'm on the way there (Yeah)
I got ice like a rink I can skate there
[Verse]
Drop them bags on my dawg he gone off ‘em
Got a hand like Gervonta the boss
I'm not Polish but she want my sausage
Got that drip I got several sauces
Aggravated the chopper assault ‘em
Shoot these niggas like pumpkins and carve ‘em
I got numbers you know I be carting
I got bitches you know I got Barbie's
Man these niggas be pussy they rather hate
Gotta drop me some songs I can't go on dates
I get freaky with info I stay out late
I'ma drink so much Casein and drop a tape
I’ma press me a button and drop the top
Nigga play with the gang we gone crop his top
Had juice up the Dodge that shit in the shop
Heard they wanted some smoke so we spent his block
I know Arabs like Gazi who give me funding
I got white collars sluts that get me fronted
I know kgb people I’m cool with Russians
I can't help it she know that I love to touch her
I can’t help it she know that I love to fuck her
Burning mamas and plus I be burning Gushers
I got shops I don't wanna block Andre Drummond
She be leaking just like a pipe steady cumming
Need a hat on your head nigga steady capping
Want the whole thing I do not want just a fraction
Want your body cause that shit there real attractive
Want your face cause that shit there is real attractive
Once you sign to my name it ain't no redacting
I'ma send out them shooters they gone get active
I’ma send out them shooters they get to whacking
Ain't doing no talking no paragraphing
I ain't shaking no hands I ain't trying to dap you
With the butt of this pistol might have to slap you
Got a ass on her back I might have to slap it
From the jungle so I use guerrilla tactics
I done blew up this year I'm still carting
That pack won a award so I'm overcharging
Got a M in the bank I still ride Charger
Got a M in the bank but I'm going harder
[Chorus]
Fuck the stats I be beating the odds
Hitting the blunt it be making me calm
Rock a turban just like I'm Saddam
I'ma blow up just like I'm a bomb
I'ma leave a lil nigga ‘embalmed
I'ma put her in Christian Dior
Need a ‘shroom I'ma pop me a four
She gone sweep up them racks from the floor (Yeah)
Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)
Like Iran we gone go straight to war (Yeah)
Got the Tesla this bitch got some torque (Yeah)
I just copped me a juug at the state fair
I just sent me a bag next day
I need a bah hold on I'm on the way (Yeah)
She need dick hold on I'm on the way there (Yeah)
I got ice like a rink I can skate there