Brodie ass, he trippin' off the perk, he in your hat tricking
Your b**h be gettin' f**d and you be ass kissing
Beat the b**h down, then I sent her home, I got her twat p**g
He tried to run down on the gang, they left his back missing
Fully chop, that be that milli rock, we call that fast twitching
Said, "F**k it", dove head first into my Duffy, b**h my bag different
Just hit the bank the hit my dougie, I got swag with it
Like, how the F**k you crossover your mans snake through the grass dribbling
Bro got his b**h pregnant, like, what the F**k, he really back trippin
Been cookin' up, need a designer, trench coat in the lab with me
I hate them pockets on my jeans, can't fit the racks in them
Those $20 jeans, the F**k you keep wearin', the tag on them
F**k em', they predicted me to fall way back in last Autumn