chasin paper like Im michael scott
bubble gum inside
candy paint outside
wood grain grippin
steady sippin on that hennessy
bumpin to that memphis tennessee
two bad bitches flip em like an acrobatic circus
cirque de solei
told you sins dont play no games
renegade with several strains
hold it to the fuckin flame
smoke is coursin through my veins
bitches so tame
damn shame
wild blood
owe it to my family name
catch you slippin like a bitch
eyes are bigger than your stomach
posers like a dime a dozen
braided hair and tatted face
auto tuned a safe place
catch me mobbin with my brothers and my cousin
flexin muscle
play you like a fuckin puppet
cut the strings and watch you plummet
wish you was a real boy
motha fucka you a fake
droppin dollars just for plays
yellin mom its not a phase
better drop it quick
only know a couple tricks
thrown out like a fuckin quick pick