text: Im in the room with 7 titties, thats 4 bitches with one missin
  With eleven twisted up Sherbinskis, some Bodillaz
  Her 450, cookin dope in a gold skillet
  Bumpin old 50, hit my robe with the gold stichin
  In my gold kitchen, gold bitches with painted toes tippin
  All these bitches taste like chicken, cant name a hoe different
  Prolific, was zip-flippin and kickin door-hinges
  PO done snitched to the boys, he said we all did it
  Augmented my lifestyle, so now we all livin
  Get my dick sucked right now, while in the stall, pissin
  Bald bitches with car skimmers splittin cigars with us
  Couldnt carry us like pallbearers with they paws missin
  Targetin pussy niggas, hit em with arsenic
  Starvin, bitch, hit the kitchen, make something marvellous
  Partial splits, I cant get with; bitch, I need all of it
  AUG equipped, get to spittin, hit up your cardigan
  Dont make me pull up and do you like room raiders
  Throw your bitch in a cage and line it with newspapers
  Double up, think I love her, but dont play us like dual Segas
  Fore your people search for your body like fuckin Tomb Raider
  Unh, Im Voldemort with the whore, dont wan smell her pussy
  No conversations with shorty, give her emails to book me
  I break a bitch and make her do 17 like Cookie
  If Im sentenced, conjugal visits and dope in her coochie
  Yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
  Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
  Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
  Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte
  Unh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
  Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
  Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
  Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte
  Get behind that bitch like an investment
  The game more hectic cause I blessed it
  When I dont want it no more, I neglect it
  Cant even neglect what aint my possession, number one lesson
  These niggas soft and sweet as big Texas, so get the message
  Pillow Pet ass niggas, strap concealed under my shirt
  So all you see is silhouettes and black figures
  Shoot him in his back, nigga, so when they turn him over
  He easy to recognize like tagged pictures, we blacklist him
  Bag him, toe-tag him, and wrap him up like Christmas
  Pull all his teeth out like the dentist, now he need dentures
  Im the boy with the frozen soul, I come alive in the winter
  Dont eat around me, when Im hungry, Ill take your dinner
  Like, bruh, man, I hate to see niggas guts go splat in public
  When I bust it, but fuck it, this snub love it
  Pissin out windows when we couldnt afford buckets
  Now a wrist out the window and glist on my bicuspids
  Play the bitch, you niggas get split like vanilla Dutches
  He the snitch, throw the chump in the trunk like he the luggage
  Gave him tits, you should not wear jewelry, so, nigga, tuck it
  Fake niggas dont got our blood in they genes, they step-cousins
  Yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
  Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
  Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
  Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte
  Unh, yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
  Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
  Tax 3 Os, beat a nigga like he a court case
  Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino bitches my forte