[ Featuring Kodak Black ]
(Mobleyyy)
(Damn, damn)
(Run that back)
(Dot)
(Project Baby, 1800, 1800)
Uh, uh (Dot)
Cracker got an AR like he shootin' schools up
Yellow wide-body Hellcat look like a school bus
Dove up in that water, huh, I ain't had no scuba
Glock on my lap, up and blow like a tuba
You just a hatin' bitch, I don't give two f*cks
You just like to talk a lot, you ain't finna do nothin'
They just like to pocket watch, so I got some zippers for 'em
I got P's and zippers for 'em
What they need? I get it for 'em
Dope loud, it's annoyin', bitch, you can't ignore it
On that porch right 'til early mornin', tryna get it off
We get cheese like asiago, pockets, they on double portion
Bitch, I'm poppin' like some bubbles blowin'
Uh, yeah, huh, huh
Cuh said he ready, I'm already goin'
Huh, Glock got a red dick like a dog do (yeah)
Huh, she don't play with 19, she might just dog you (she might just dog you)
Huh, Lamb' white like ice cream, seats look like fondue (they look like fondue)
Your bitch say she like me, I'm high as a kite be
Need some bad lil' red shit, somethin' like a Hi-C (somethin' like a Hi-C)
Bitch, I'm right with 23, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)
Chopper talk that Bow Wow, feelin' somethin' like Mike be (somethin' like Mike be)
F- mm, yeah, uh, uh, somethin' (somethin' like Mike be)
Somethin' like LeBron with the Cavs, made a light six (uh-huh)
I'm already white, ho, I don't need no white bitch (uh-huh)
I'm already white, bitch, I don't need no white ho
We got brown, tan, purp', green, teal, and white dope
We got dog food, syrup, gas, yeah, booger sugar
Drew down with a black ski, now that boy a coulda-shoulda
Uh, drew down with that, huh, yeah, that black ski, he a coulda-shoulda
You feel me? Druski? Could've? Yeah
You catch my drift? Yeah, uh, huh, huh
Get me in that room, I'm playin' stupid like I'm Woody
Huh, Draco, it's a fully, we draw down like we some bullies
I've been in that field too many years, I ain't no rookie
I've been in that field, I'm the boss man (yeah)
Huh, shoot you in your jaw, f*ck up your teeth, now you can't talk again (huh)
5.56 hit his kneecap, now he can't walk again
All they finna say, hmm, "Shouldn't have spoke on him"
Huh, speak on 2 or 3 'nem, hop out deeper than the deep end
I stay out the way, but speak on gang, then we creepin'
I pulled up with this .223 and hit your- (yeah, uh)
Huh, huh, yeah, huh
One take, bitch
That's on the whole L
Free 3, free Steve, on God, bitch
Man, uh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Fft, yeah
Yeah, leave the rest to me, you know I'ma crush it
I bent more streets than Sesame, ask Elmo how I treat my Muppet
Since elementary, I knew I was finna kill each Sunday
How the f*ck the judge gon' hit lil' Soda with an elbow and it wasn't funny?
Trappin' turned to tricks, run like a rabbit to that money
Blacker than a bitch, I'm quick to tackle me a bunny
Lil' Spanish, sold a cracker mixed with yellow, honey mustards
I'm the one, lil' bitch said I'm a colorist, how the f*ck, bitch? I love my mother
I admit, I said a lot of dumbass shit when I was a youngin
I ain't used to get down with brown bitches, but now I love her
What you think, we changin' 19 to 1800?
And then you grow some dreads and dye 'em red, you look like Chucky
Nigga, f*ck that, boy, your partnership don't mean nothin'
F*ck that lil' crap, my own partner owe me money
Where the drugs at? I'm tryna twack, I don't need your company
I'm a Rugrat, I keep a Tommy on me, buddy
Turn a nigga mummy, every of my birthdays rainy now
Yeah, Z God, Z stuntin'
Like, word, Za, OVO function
I'm serious like XM, but I don't play the radio
Like, Sirius, like XM, satellite
