INTRO:
Shorty gon' fuck up a bag,aye
Shorty gon' fuck up a bag, huh
Shorty gon' fuck up a bag
Do I want this
Ask me if I want this
I'll be honest
Blue bills in my conscience
Stay 100
I don't break no promise
I'll be saucin
But I'm never lost in
Peep my pants
See my stance
I'm in my bag today
She from france
Freak on snap
Shorty got ass for days
King might smash
Then might pass
I do not ask for dates
Might be fine
Might be a dime
But I am not fascinated
*Nah*
Nigga this We$tmane
Kurtis the King in the chess game
Open her legs, aye
I make her cripple the next day
Say nothing less mane
I know you motherfucking vexed mane
I do not flex, mane
Even if I got a chest gain
Got to stay humble
God told me ''stay on ya grind, you should never fumble''
Ballin like Lonzo
Two doors on the side how we finna come through
Kick it like kung fu
Move slow pon di gyal, but I do not love you
I need some hundreds to thumb through
I got the drip no orange juice
You feel like the shit, but what are you?
I see the snake that's all in you
You been a fake, an actor
You need an Oscar, Samuel Jackson
I am a x factor, might be the best bastard
Im in the west, what's happening?