Hunned round glizzy I got the switch She f****ng with me Think I'll take your b***h Yes they switched up When the c***ky got rich I'm getting money Feel like Money Mitch I hit your dome Bullets we spray I'm coming home so I'm at it all day Up in the stu, putting in work Tell me the truth Or you end up on shirt Popping a goofy Just like a perc Thought that they knew me But I knew they lurk Getting so faded I feel like I'm Durk C***ky got paid So I'm going to Turks Run like a track Make a fat hoe gas out Try to relax so I'm blowing her back out Talking that shit I bring the mac out Throw you and ditch And we turn you to pack now I'm not a knight But they calling me sir B***h I'm like Alfred The opps getting served You already know I'm ahead of the curve You messing with us And your brains on the curb Our notes tied together They call that a slur I take a right Now I'm taking a left Go to the corner Store get me a bev When I eat chicken I just eat the breast Spinning the block On the Polar Express Counting money like sheep The crew get sleep Our feature prices are steep Keep the crew safe Like we're in Helms Deep Going crazy like Bimblar Unleashed Feed my loved ones with a feast You know Jim be eating lays In the fit looking like he in the CIA We don't use ways We only use Apple Maps They took the guy With the dreads off Apple Jacks Went from Excel spreadsheets To three different in my bedsheets Now I got JP mixing hot beats With the AP rounds When I pack heat Hit 'em up like what's brackin' Just look at what I'm packing He start pressing And this Glock start c***king Jpeezy has a stutter Bring up profit Margarines Like a fake stick of butter Thinking revolutionary Call me the box cutter I learned how to play The tuba just to play The uncle Ruckus theme Could have played it on bassoon But that instrument Doesn't fit with the tune Trynna rise to the top good thing I'm not afraid of heights I'm white so call My chains Vanilla Ice Hang an opp, torture his body And leave his head on a vise The Tribe Called Quest Is the base of all life I'm a young gangster Scotsman With a little bit of African spice If she's a certified hoe you know I can't treat her right I don't start fights I finish them Treat an opp like a chord I'll diminish them I got mad bricks And I'm flipping them I got sad chicks And I'm d**king them I'm not from the trenches I'm digging them My opps opps are Finnish men Killing opps with mental math Study their deaths With an exponential curve They probably don't know I'm taking bout a graph I really don't like cats I don't know why so many people Are obsessed with them My Timbs and Huge leather jacket Are cutting off my circulation My opps tried to find The circumcision of a circle He got glasses and suspenders Like his names Irkel