F**k a opp, that boy a bimbo
Gettin' low, they playin' limbo
Tried to slice me, I went Kimbo
Opp h**s get turnt to widows
He was stretchin' shit for shitshow
I'm the fiddler on the roof, I'm sendin' fifty out the window
I used to work at Five Below but now I keep that fire below
Them hearts cold, it ain't melt
Robert Frost, it doesn't explode
Them boys up, to each it's own
They tried to slide, epic pwn
So if it's smoke then let me know
They dropped a post to postpone
Every opp gon' walk the plank
In Coral Springs, masked up, I'm lookin' like I rob banks