Old boy killer cam trunk full of old boy

Murking footballs in the hood like d**e boy

Oh my good grief d**n who is this guy

Gucci on them all tie looking like a white guy

Working with 5 I cut it on the

If it ain't a fork I can whip it with a

You don't got a scale I can do it with my eye eye

Couldn't find a scrap so I went in with a tire iron

Egg beater fast n***a bread do the work

Got your whole neighborhood stash in my book bag

My worker said 'Wop looked good with a

Told that b***h to get butt naked when she cooked that

Versace medusa head where my fleece at

Told that b***h she might turn to stone if she look back

A rapper a trapper two hats my but my head back

Bricks come with four in the pack like a kit kat

Lane change rolling 50 thou ginger P

Cash out shouldn't of said that it should've been a secret

Me and can you please keep a secret

Young Thug make me mad he forgot where the w**d at

Riding around with two girls

I ain't talking bout

Home alone with no help

Ain't nothing but this motherf**king carbon

I'm riding around with two boys

I ain't talking bout Jake or Kevian

I'm traffickin' that ball that ball like I'm the Edison

Traffickin' traffickin' traffickin'

Traffickin' traffickin' traffickin' that yay

I'm home alone I'm home alone

I'm home alone and I'm traffickin' that yayo yayo yayo

We don't need no motherf**king d**e

This b***h beating down the floor

Million DK I'm a slug

I mug every motherf**king club I enter

Gave him 17 5 for the slug lay em down

On my mouth saying baby girl enter

I remember when I couldn't afford a car

Now we got a million dollar worth of rentals

I remember when I used to ask for a dog

Now I got a free dog for my denture n***a

Wow Longway got chicks in the fender

3 white b***hes molly in the middle

Smoking gas with my and they itching

Is it gooey is it bushy is it did you diss it

You YSL she the

Fool with designer everything cost

Casper the ghost I'm on killing them

Tommy gun out on my tummy I'm Longway Dillinger

100 round drum my gun don't make me spit at you

Hit at you I murder for fun you

On molly I spray through your ho you throw em out

Don't play with my funds I make your b***h a*s do the walk it out

The money in the passenger my Panamera

Like in a motherf**king Camera

For a couple more I got Longway on Lil Daryl

F**k two chicks in the trunk of llama Alcatraz

Bricks VVS's got to stare

Call the squad from where'd you book this

Keep my chain the color of how she did the

Mailman drop off the box that mean that ladder in

Keep some cash out I'm thugging for dollars

My cop me by the thousands

If you ain't white chick b***h don't barter

Cause I ain't got rules

Pockets on sumo wore the Rolex other day now the glow

In Miami got your b***h on the jet skis

Take her to the room and that p***y jet ski

Dirty money in the Swiss account

That money talking like my *'s mouth

Had my old bricks at my old *'s house

Paid her rent full time then I kicked her out

New plug hey I got to switch him out

New cars hey I got to switch em out

80 K for the I could get that that b***h that b***h that b***h

And that b***h naw mean turn up in the booty club

All she want is a half inch f**k it up

F**k it up that's what I do for her

Let your hair blow s**t no roof for her

I'm a dog s**t so you know that I roof for her

If she don't f**k then you know that I'm booting her

Who the hell taught you how to f**k girl tune it up

I'm leaning I bet the pot it stay leaning

My pockets they stay scheming

With the head they ain't tryna do s**t

Tryna double up two b***hes on me

Tell them h*es double up

Head so good WTF what the f**k

Hashtag in the black Jag

F**ked her girlfriend now she calling me the natnat