[Intro]
Shit. Woo. Ain't nobody got no more weed? Aight. Uh

[Verse]
Seventeen blunts for my seventeen fans
Spit more sixteens than I can hold in my hands
Controlling ya fans, molding my plans to execute you
Bodybags was free when I paid n***as to shoot you
Looking at rappers nowadays like who's who?
The screws loose, one fist can beat two dudes
Top-notch nugget, I can merch it
Seen shit without eyes in public
Pusspops n***as still searching and they 40-years-old
Show you a lot of things, but I won't show you hope
Come to my house, man, we blowing the dope
Your momma think n***as bagging up soap
Shouts to the people that's living smoothly
I'm Forrest Whitaker in the forgiving movie
Uh, toxic waste got me ready to mop a face
No morе words when the chopper spray
Uh, lot of rappеrs wishing I was gone
But I got big plans to walk out my home for the next five centuries
Everything that's happening is meant to be
Every n***a that's buzzing in the Chi they went through me
Bend the cheese in one fold, I can't settle
It is a girl's world, but this a man's ghetto
Chop down the brick, hop in the whip to take trips
To these rappers just to smack off their lips
They won't talk shit on a permanent level
I've done knock n***as over the head with rusty shovels
Now I upgraded to Gucci, you can lose me
With all that bullshit, that's why I run through shit smoothly
N***as drinking the carrot juice
Motherfucking big-ass rappers, I ain't never scared to battle you
Knocking n***as out with beers
And I know these n***as is bitch because the FEDs is near
[Outro]
Woop woop. I'm out. Damn. Y'all called the FEDs on me? Must've knocked a n***a out, dawg. I'ma cover you, good dawg, you go ahead handle your business. Aight, yo, I'm out