[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Fuck n***a, ten toes
Bacardi go, that should bump up the tempo
That hoebardi on me y'all, I need my cheddar
N***a, veil better when I’m in the cut
Fuck cinnamon slut
Bad yellow cinnamon bitch that'll fuck my gentlemen, bruh
Ayy, fuck 'em
Walking on bridges in London
You to that n***a like Benjamin Button
I’m FLA, n***a play with it
MLK, thuggin' ain't nothing
These bitch ass n***as say they can't be touched
Lil' boy run his mouth and he can't keep up
I just hit a mothafuckin' stain on that n***a
He ain't say shit, but he gon’ complain to his bitch, ay
Bad world, bad luck
Beginners are getting murked, your bitches are gettin’ fucked
And that's just how it goes and Dom is not at home
I swear that on my mama, promise on my soul, I’m geeked up
I can't imagine defeat
I see platinums in my actual dreams
I keep that inside my mind all the time 'cause n***as is vulturing after lil' me
Fuck ’em, we duck 'em, leave with yo'