text: My attire, you require
  Its imperial
  So fire, devour anything, I mean Ive been
  Close to power, just realize and devour
  Im riding Mario Kart, I think I might pick Bowser
  I need mothafuckin housin
  I need shit thats off the yowzer
  But tell that bitch to come through, fuck a nigga, man
  Hell to club
  Young T came through with the new whip
  I aint even got a new bitch, Im with my old one
  Got a nigga named Scooty, got an old gun
  And if you want some, you dont want that, nigga
  Got the green hat cause it match the pockets
  Get cats, cats, dogs, frogs and all
  Fuck that, nigga, got a problem?
  Nigga gotta solve em, nigga know your mama
  Know where his family lives
  Come through this shit applyin dirt
  My nigga Tyler got Hawaiian shirt
  Got the Dior bomber, I aint no farmer
  Ill tell your papa Ill pop the llama
  Fuck you talkin bout? Dont want no drama
  Aint know, they better show you, boy
  Stole you, boy, I thought I told you, boy
  Ill fuck your girl, ho on the Polaroid
  Shout my nigga J, shout my nigga Trav
  Shout my nigga Dom, shout my ex-girlfriends moms
  Cause I fucked her too
  And Ill fuck you in the mouth if youve got a problem
  Fuck your crew and everybody that you know
  I dont got a problem, nigga, woah
  Rollin down Slauson in all red, woah
  I dont really play the thugger but I know
  Tell that bitch to see me good
  Told that bitch to hit me good
  And your man wont beat me good
  See it on Golf Media
  Fuck you mean? Im high as shit
  Fuck you mean you fly as this?
  Why you talkin lies and shit?
  Tell that bitch to slide my dick
  I got a fat ass
  I got a fat ass
  I got a fat ass
  And I hit it the dab
  I got a fat ass