I got muddy in my Fanta don’t ask what I’m sippin, I got muddy in my.. shh, shh) (I got muddy in my Fanta don’t ask what I’m sippin Why you trip on Christmas this the time when all my motion mixin I got bitches on demand but they won’t stress my mental Never whip a rental what I got on my wrist presidential I been on tip and by my lonely you influential Grab another blicc I’m to the domey gon **** up yo temple Grab another blicc I’m to the domey gon **** up yo temple We ride in whips we call em stoleys bro just hit the fender Ho I’m selling more packs then the mail don’t ask me who’s the vendor And lil ma up in my phone bitch get out of my dm’s She know I like that she ho but we can’t **** on Instagram I’m worried bout some M’s shi im more worried bout my fam Hard to get and hard to cross that’s why I’ll prolly be the man, you must no hearing what I’m sayin Say the first beat I done found up off this bitch I make a hit You claim you been a dog your whole life Huh yeah a ****ing bitch Ion like them hoes not one of them You cannot get a lick You pistol packin in this bitch Well so am I man get a grip Band dance I took a trip to Michigan Don’t wake me till the plane land Unless it’s time to talk my shit Fiji water on my garments I don’t wear what you been wearing I been Stunting like father I keep noticing they stare I might switch the flow up Doing donuts in a rover white as baking soda Kitchen soldier Put the vmp inside glasses But don’t explode it Flipping water in this bitch When it get boiling smell aromas Cut the lights off turn the torch on And blow it out the back Once you pull it out the freezer Don’t you use no plastic bag My shit pure That yellow Got them crystals like it’s Kelloggs This that shit that blow your brain away We ride in whips we call em stoleys bro just hit the fender Ho I’m selling more packs then the mail don’t ask me who’s the vendor And lil ma up in my phone bitch get out of my dm’s She know I like that she ho but we can’t **** on Instagram I’m worried bout some M’s shi im more worried bout my fam Hard to get and hard to cross that’s why I’ll prolly be the man, you must no hearing what I’m sayin