In and out, really, God knows, I'm a demon, my shit glow
Yeah, I'm from da Mitchell's plain everybody gotta let it go
So, here we go, here we go, on the road
F*ck what you gotta say, though
I'm from the plane, what you wanna say now
Anyway, bra, let me explain
This is what it's all about
Back in the days, keepin' a fresh fade
Yeah, one, two, three, I pick you out
Now, peek-a-boo, bru, I'm talkin' bout the Baba Yaga, too
I can't f*ck around with these fakes
Got, to make them slide, pull a 16 uit
One, two, three, to the back
Michael Jackson, f*ck that
What you say now? What you say, bruh
Out of the way, yeah
Skinny in the seven, everything gon' slide
Part of this life, go out like bang
I'm from the Mitchell's plan
Yeah, you know what I say
Puff a pipe with the confidence
I don't come with the play
I gotta keep this gunplay on me anyway
So, my enemy is comin
I gotta yellow tape these motherf*ckers
Right before they see me
Like, what they say now
Now, out of the way, now, now
Uh, I got a 7.65, a 6.35, a .22
Damn, you know my Glock don't lie
A ruler clip on the bitch, that extension with a nine