Milonakis bitch, there are killers in my clique
Glo boy, dough boy, gorillas in the mist
Your Bentley aint shit and your Rari aint sick
Im above money cause money dont exist
The meditating heavyweight pouring out a fifth
Now you see my dark side, I am Lord Sith
Invisible watches on my fat wrist
And if youre that bitch, you can get a fat dick
Who you think youre working? No, not me
Im live-er than your internet ready TV
I stayed Glod up like a firefly, firefly
Im higher than high, leave you lying in lie
And Im blowing stronger Os than Oprah
Cause bitch Im deeper than fucking Deepak Chopra, bitch
My pistol come through singing on the low
This aint for them and you him you know
I pull up, I come through lay em on the floor
I got cake on the floor and cake up on my Trus
I got cake in my pocket, cake up on my shoe
If you aint talking about the cake, it aint got shit to do with me
I come through chopper G-Un
Cause we heard you got that yayo, the bank, and you got 50 piece
You better hire fucking Young Buck
Come through with that Mack Maine bullet skateboard
Weezy-We, you better have your fucking mob deep
Cause the heat and the fees be my prodigy
Lil boy I was up trapping when yall was sleep
Me and Benji we had went out to eat
Its blood gang Ima come through drippin all week
I got swag dripping out my fucking palm key
Usually I come through in a Rari
Now I dont give a motherfuck about it
Im a Glo boy, grown boy, what you know B
You dont know shit, til I have my belt glowing
Pull up pull off, why you got a slow leak
You want beef you can have a proper hogie
I come through clip longer than a mess on police
I got shells that spell every letter in ho shit