[Intro]
SaveMoney shit, ain't no funny shit
Finna /*click*/
[Verse]
44 back to the block where shorties carry 40s
'ttached to the Glock with a laser on it like Rick and Morty
They tried to kill the kid, they can't abort me
So many sons in this shit that I'on claim, I coulda been on Maury
I'm poppin' shit like ain't never been afraid to die
They bliccin' niggas with they hands up, I call it Frankenstein
Bad Boy, in the room with Hov and Shyne
Google me, I might get sum google moogly at the Guggenheim
If I catch a case then I'ma do my time
I've been on probation 8 years still slidin' with that Rooger .9
They misconstrued my lines like it's all peace
Spill his blood on the street, turn his Louis Vuitton to Louboutin redbottom
Head shot 'em, spot 'em, got 'em, red dot 'em
Nigga check up on me, you can verify 'em
Slump a nigga out in his pair of Pradas
I'm blackin' out, I feel like murder "In The Air Tonight" Phil Collins
Deontay to this day cuz I'm still wildin'
Find me out West with them Fours, yeah I'm real soild
But I still steep with the Moes, nigga [?] still poppin'
I got soilders in the grave, Chinese terracotta
Watch me, no watch TV, BET or MTV, I'm pro y'all D-league
I am not Normal, no Cheif Keef and Reese
Coke flow make yo' nose bleed like cheap sheets
Charged up like a MoFi, y'all provoke me
I might hit the coast of Amalfi, if I go OT
I was just haingin' with Ye, but I was low-key
My niggas still slagin' that ye by the OZ
Came by the ounce cost a table out at Bounce
They was stankin' that boy out, he better stay in that house
Left his ass on the floor, he wanna stand up on that coutch
I feel like Sly Polaroid, bitch I'm a legend from out South
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