Friday night vibes right taxi outside
Can′t take the benz, swervin slip 'n′ slide
Done crud & crime but don't sip 'n′ driveGrab my jacket and the packet let′s - glide
Call me big trouble yeah double X L
Turn up to the motive i'm ready to raise hell
Creed can′t mask that heavy skunk smell
More drugs in my system than red blood cells
Pop a pregab drop rhymes in the beat lab
Move onto benzos, feelin like he man
Anything could get me more hyped, beak can
Chaotic on narcotics fuck it I'ma free man
Double cupping lean, gonna cause a scene
Wipe a man out clean like my front windscreen
Wig another in his chin then buss a sixteen
I weigh a buck oh three no pounds thats keys
Speccy faced rapper not like ones on telly
Dadbod whiteboy stretch marks potbelly
Don′t misunderstand I still thug makaveli
Trust! one bomb I turn ya top boy to jelly
Pull up at the dance, always shitfaced
If hell is a party make sure I die wasted
Heard life's sacred but, my mind′s tainted
Eyes stay shaded I'm always hella faded
Brought a small circle, that's the hit squad
Don′t need to drop verbal to make shit pop off
Essay top colonel I just give the quick nod
And my nutcase tugs get the shubz locked off
I don′t, chat too much I'm on silence or violence
Leave me alone or catch hands like a virus
No drake or breezy but see the chicks beside us?
Tryna, fuck one tonight I don′t need no guidance
Tryna make cult classics, rappin' pulp fiction
No doubt in this game you encounter some friction
My reply to a diss make your nose run crimson
Bad role model, don′t do drugs children
I make the studio shake, ya magnitude mere
Essay going clear yeah we good over here
Tryna get radio active, kinda nuclear
Big do tonight yeah it's happy new year
Rockin red bottoms but no Louboutin
Just, claret from the last punk that i stomped on
Suppin this rum ′til the last drop gone
Then I'm pullin' hot spice maybe a posh one
Give before I take you ain′t gotta be a fake
Fuck you on the sink make your, legs shake
Make you ball out, scream my name
Bathroom queue all they hear is OH ESSAY
Finished with Barbie - Back to the party
Screwfaced youts looking like they wanna start it
Don′t shout the gang im a one man army
As they approach, grip this bottle of bacardi
I'm the guy on my own, don′t need henchmen so
When I see opps don't be shocked excess, woah!
Drag em outside eat them alive, Alfresco!
Came here tonight on a mission, like Fezco!
