Inkredible

I pop some percocets

Then I pop some xanax

Sitting back strapped cocked

Plotting on your man next

Jack a n**ga for his work

And stretch it like some spandex

He hesitate I spray and leave him

Like a Tampex oops I meant a tampax

B**ch I keep that anthrax

I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs

s***t off your sedan lap

N**ga I demand stacks

I ain't playing black

B**ch I be spraying macks

Ha

All type of guns with accessories

I'm like Cosby for the bills

I need mills like Stephanie

P**sy n**gas can't stand next to me

I've got d**e and e*****y

Keep 'em floating like both of the levees breached

80s baby but my soul from the 70s

Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas

N**gas ain't og scary lil b**ch please

Tune ate p**sy in the can Frisky

I got 10 up on my pinky ring

And 20 on my bracelet

Now these n**gas kissing a** but they can't say sh*t

I'm just here to separate the real from the fake sh*t

I told you I was coming n I'm sorry for the wait

I gotta get this money

Mane it's right here in my face

I got the devil on my back

I don't wanna be up in that place

My mom tell me to be safe

I just keep running in these streets

I can't stop f**kin' with these hoes

But I say I'm just doing me

B**ch I'm a 9th ward n**ga

Mason street dg

That Flordia right by the d

They need to free my n**ga b

I

Ain't the type of person to be running from no beef

Those f**king guns are gonna be bursting

Somebody knocked off their feet

So watch your f**king mouth

Before you end up on that floor and stop

Acting like you're hard 'cause

You know you've been a ho

I told you out the gate I'm not the fake

I gotta say it please excuse

Almost forgot men I'm all dizzy by the way

Money over b**ches b**ch I'm coming for the check

Yeah

Vampire living b**ch I'm coming for your neck

Raw

I'm sharp

My swagger like an X

I'm a motherf**king monster

I rap like I'm possessed

Call me Mr Still Smoking

Smoke it in a paper

The game is a b**ch

Hold her down and R**e her

Yes I am a blood but I be wylin' with my skaters

We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the creator

I'm a Eastside native all my n**gas Soo Woopin'

They went crazy when they heard I had a song

With Lil Tunechi b**ch

Get some ice and pour my sprite

And light my bong and my doobies

F**k your producer

I'm the one that be producing my music

Oho

I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot

Aha pot is in me

Drop ya like an otterbox

Sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket

k**l a n**ga have him thinking that he planking

All red plaid shirt skinny a** jeans on

Them goons at your front door choppers outding dong

Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**king team on

Now let my chopper ring

Baka is my ringtone

F**k you hoa** n**gas I get money and get over hoes

We hold court with them heaters

Pop case open closed

Looking for a b**ch to hop up on my totem pole

And my blunt be stupid fat double stuffed oreos

Man I get loaded 'til I motherf**king overload

Been rapping flows still tight like aerobic's clothes

Ask them b**ches

I told 'em hoes

They back it up like sunnydrive and Bronx Tale Cologero

Lighter in my pocket

Light the sky rocket

Pull 'em hammers out and run them n**ga's like Stocktons

Got some n**gas from my city

Thugga dizzy flow

Sorry 4 the Wait coming soon Carter IV beyotch

Beyotch