[Verse]
Guess who's back, the best who rap
Fifty shot tall stack up in the fresh new MAC
You get laid out wherever I catch you at
Fuck your vest, your head is where the flesh wound at, hold up
You gotta excuse that
N***a, fuck around and I'll blow my next few stacks on your head
I blow bread when I jet through 'sacs
So fly, shit, I just blew jet blue stacks
My whole life like a roll of the dice
And I ain't aced yet, I must be rolling the white
You know my prototype, motorbikes, rovers and ice
And you don't wanna see me holding a knife, I'm poking you twice
Told you I'm nice, amigo got work so good, no matter the price, I'm paying it
Place 9 Os in the pot and I'm making it
Thirteen in four of those, I'm 5,8'ing it
Still rock the Cuban but now I'm [?] it
Come through in the Spur, listen to Sade and it
Homie, I ain't the one you should try playing with
Either don't say my name or die saying it
Look, smoke the shatter in the raw cone
Bottom of the fifth, shattering your jaw bone
I send a package to your broad home
Mail the drugs she signed for 500 pounds for a pair of Uggs
N***as hating on me, I'm like "Where the love?"
I've been nice with the pen since back when Birdman was wearing Uggs
Homie behind the wall, he been in there for dub
Clapped a n***a five times, he wasn't wearing gloves
Told the bitch to clean the pots and pans
She wiping residue off the egg beater wearing the Ox with Tens
Keep the .30 in my arm's reach
Spray your momma's crib, where's your mom sleep?
Mention my name, imma push the button
Hope there's a rap n***a melon I gotta put a slug in
I send the bricks from Cali to the hood and flood it
I get the box from Sacramento, came Boogie Cousins