Fuck your thoughts, nigga, I'm too heartless
Turn to a monster when I get started
Hit the gas on the Hellcat, it farted
Killin' the game, dearly departed
I'm rockin' Fendi, they mixed it with Fila
Get to the gyro, the cheese, the pita
I'm stickin' dick in a bad mamacita
She with the opps, I'ma turn her like Tina (Big Speaker)
Birkin' her life, that's bag talk
Jump in a rocket and blast off
I'm from the South, we don't fast talk
His head a coupon, take half off
I still got some cash in the last vault
I'm the lottery pick, like a scratch off
You niggas is tweakin' on bath salts
I send Daniel-san to get you knocked off