Lyrics: Jeffery Williams
Music: Jeffery Williams
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I'm tryna pop out the cut, catch 'em lackin'
He sent the dot, okay, let's get it crackin'
New York plug ask me what am I jackin'
Havin' shit, spent racks on a jacket
Will Smith & Wesson, if he think I'm jokin' and laughin'
Get off pills, get to tweakin' and smilin'
AR-15 sound like somebody clappin'
Ran off on the plug, I don't care if you taxin'
Laws come around, I'm like "Dawg, what had happened?"
Step on niggas, like Iverson Allen
300B, off the beat I start wildin'
I'm tryna get more hats than Hitler and Stalin
White ho' love me, jus' hit me like "Luracks, he stylish"
Fvckin' yo ho, I don't care if she got mileage
Goin' cuckoo, insane, I need an asylum
Round my partners, they sayin' I'm childish
Tip toe, in your crib, I'm just like The Grinch
That ho' go "Brr, nrr", when I'm tappin' the switch
I'm tappin' that bitch', it sound like a glitch
I got pole, I ain't goin' for shit
Backdoor king, I'm Rico, you Mitch
ARP, this hoe got some tits
AR-15 on the side of my hip
Feel like I work at Hot Topic, gon' hop out the whip
I'm breakin' the bank when I'm copping some drip
Cryin' 'bout a thot, I'm burnt, that ho' chips
I'm undisputed, got Shannon and Skip
Gas pack smell like I just let it rip
.762, it can go through a brick
I'm Von Miller, I catch a 3 peat
Lose your life, if you think I'm a free lick
I'm swingin' this dope, do I look like Michael Vick