[Part I]
[Verse 1]
Put him out, had to spin it like bayblade
Had to block the bitch, and hit with [KK?]
Cartier the [?] what the tint say
I give her my wrist, now her wrist paid
I'm carying shit out like a sensei
These racks comin' in, bitch I been paid
I've been trapping with me, only smoke exotic
Had to grew my pockets, only what was silent
We come around, I know they hearing sirens
Call the private jet and hit my bi' flying
My racks, they comin' around my city, back
I fuckin' hop out and then kill it
[Expensive fashion, drip my witness?]
Yeah, we made it, uh
I'm here too, Kele [ring?] what I'm saying
Cooking shit up, like a motherfuckin' baker
Catch me if you can, I carе 'bout the paper
Bruce Waynе, I'm walking in with my [?]
Only kept the fame, we hit with the taper
[?], make a hit like a laser
Glock [combin'?], now he need him some [?]
[Part II]
[Verse 2]
(Kele tag i can't transcribe)
(Hey!)
(C'mon!)
Yeah, C'mon, uh
I'm poppin' too much, had to hold the profit
Had to [kill?] the kitty, ain't gone hold the [?]
Hittin' [fives up?] [?]
I been hangin' with [water?], we [?] cut the [?]
Miss the thought [?] about the big body
That diamond killing with the bitch [?]
And Kele spazzin' why he been bossin'
I get the [?] like I been bossin'
[?] I gave him hand-boxin'
[?] man, I think I been toxin'
That 30 [?], shit ain't gone cut it for me
Keep me [a ?], I cut up a mink
Villian [the boy?], shit nothing to me
Bring the [?], [?] on [her feet?]
Mister [?], watch him hop Mister Freak
Mister Slick, I'm mister spazz on the beat