Huss on the mic you know I′m lit
K got the sauce
Three bad bitches and they all wanna party
If she aint a 10 then I gotta say sorry
I come with heat like morning coffee
We can kick back or throw a party
I'm 23 in this bitch u gotta be scottie (Mike)
I′m catching beats they catching bodies
I pop these niggas like a molly (Brrrrrrr)
I'm in the streets you in the lobby
(Yeah)
Money bag type Narcotic (Narcotic)
I'm smoking loud Exotic (Loud)
Black on black that′s gothic
Moving slow robotic
(AY)
From the land of the free
To the land of the skreets
Imma murder these lines
Imma kill these beats
I′m on god flow like I got cheats
Suu whoop bitch I bang what i bleed (Suuu whooop)
We in this bitch, and I'm going crazy
Iraq on the map they said its crazy
I put it on my back I aint never lazy
You high as fuck? I tell em maybe
Iraqi flow Iraqi moves
Big bank I don′t lose
New watch new shoes
Imma let Moose get loose
Cook in stu bitch you know that we hot
Cutting it raw give a fuck if halal
I'm blessed Alhamdulillah
I′m blessed Alhamdulillah
Smoke with my homies we talking so slowly
Shoutout to Mary that bitch be so holy
I shoot my shot and my shot like Ginóbili
I keep me a stack and my stack worth trophy
I'm with the realest you fellas with phonies
No Post Malone but I feel like a Stoney
Yeah I feel like a Stoney
Yeah I feel like a Stoney
Catch me them dimes I feel like I′m hill
Dressed in all yellow call me Killy Bill
Gone off a bean and I'm gone off a pill
Stepped in the game imma kill it for real
Fuck how you feel
I'm in it to win yeah I′m in it to kill
Not here for fame but I′m here for the thrill
Yeah
Yeah
Slap your bitch with a pumpkin
You know how I'm coming
I′m out here really stunting
You ain't even stunting for nothing
You a nerd like McLovin
I kill the beat I say fuck it
Come around my block
And imma hit you with something
I got that Smith and Wesson
Imma call it a lethal lesson
If you feeling ill imma cure it no depression
Hit your girl up with the question
Are we fucking or is you dipping
Imma kill it no forensics
I don′t like you, you a dipshit
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Huh
What
Snapback on money so long
Puffing on clouds yeah I'm smoking that strong
Get the fuck off me I′m coming for thrones
These rappers be weak yeah I'm breaking they bones
The struggle was real recording on phones
We taking it cash ain't no more loans
Tryna drip in Versace and drip in Rick Owens
No more emotions I′m fucking in Trojans
Bitch call me Troy I′m smarter than romans
I'm Dropping these bombs we causing explosions
Kicking it off we gone put it in motion
Bitch we kicking it off we gone put it in motion
Yeah we put it in motion
Yeah we put it in motion
Bitch
Bitch
