Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
If a pussy nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
Pussy nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
RIP to Troup, pour it out
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I want chicken wings on the side
You got higher dreams when you fly
Until then you're never near the sky
Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Blue cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime shit
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it