Hundred soldiers penning yola ain't no baking soda
Box hoodie, milo hat, i don't need to match
Spit grams for the fiends, long as they need
I'll be fresh May 18 to 17th
23's size 11, dodging dui's
Smoking hand rolled cubans in jacuzzis with a cutie
Extend my hand if it extend the plan
Loss my brother ended bad
Stressing burning had to stretch a gram
Left the work inside the rental van
Pray to God I get it back
Apple green, polo dad, silky diva so so bad
Riding shaft, dodo pack, twistin off a cocoa sack
"say hello" you know the rest on some don shit
Left you in the damn dirt on Saddam shit
AF-1 box piling dough i knead ya
Stretchin cheese like i make fuckin pizza
C&C wallet all these hundreds joey stalin
GS hoodie heinz ketchup chucky t's to match the omelet
Once believed in prophets now I just believe in profits
Money talks i chris tuck the fetti
Rush hour get my lucci every friday