Yeah, you want the next part, kablaow
Yeah, kablaow, yeah
That's that shit, that's the part right here
Shit, I'm proud
The track, got a whole lot of cash
Kablaow, I put a hole in your
Oh wow (oh wow, oh wow)
She got a big old ass (shawty got a big ol' butt, shit)
I'm proud (but)
I got a whole lot of cash
Kablaow
I put a hole in your ass (and then)
I'm out
Like a motherfuckin' lamp
Smoke in my nappy dreads, how you scared to die, nigga?
Don't believe that lie, I think that everybody happy dead
Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination
I done seen worse for real right there off 'Gac and behind gas station
Cambridge Homes, 'partments where the girls get damaged young
From overexposure to the vultures
That prey on them like pastors is supposed to
If they wasn't so concerned
About the tags that's on they clothes, but
Guess that's how it goes, f*ck it, what do I know?
Ain't been in service since Jim Jones had somethin' with Hov
I document my life with rap beefs, love songs, favorite albums
In years that my niggas got blood on
they sneakers from bodies they might've caught
I don't judge no one, I'm just knowin'
At night, when it get quiet, that shit could f*ck with 'em
And if it don't right now, it's gon' catch up to 'em
Guilt heavy as a cloud in a thunderstorm, huh
My niggas blowing loud like an elephant
It's helpin' 'em to cope, I don't do nothin' if it don't
Make somethin', make a dollar
Make me wonder, make me prouder
Make me karma, make me better
I ain't no killer, don't make me have to, nigga
You want my spot, well maybe after, nigga
So active on the radio, I'm radioactive, nigga, ooh
That's a bar, I had to give it to 'em
Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room
And I feel like the world is ending soon
Is there any good or bad? Well that's depending on you
And if you wake up in time
I know it's better to be sleep, that's why we hate the alarm
I feel you
Oh wow (oh wow, oh wow)
She got a big old ass (shawty got a big ol' butt, shit)
I'm proud (but)
I got a whole lot of cash (racks, racks, racks)
Kablaow
I put a hole in your ass (and then)
I'm out
Like a motherfuckin' lamp
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
(Bizness Boi) yeah, uh, oh yeah
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a God
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ay
What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a God
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ay
What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
The way I'm robbin', niggas say I'm gonna die
I bought a baby Draco carbon, that's a motherfuckin' lie
Stephen Curry on my hip, Klay Thompson, let it fly
Southwest Murder Block Crips, we don't die, we multiply (Crip)
Maxo talk a lot of shit but is he really 'bout that life? (Say what?)
Is a pig's pussy pork and can a caterpillar fly? (That's right)
Go Go Gadget, toting ratchets, beam attachment on the side
I keep a savage that'll blast it, my crash dummies down to ride
These niggas janky than a bitch, I do my shit up on my lonely
So I can't trust you on a lick if you not Nina, Mac, or Tommy
Trap house serving like hibachi, Draco, chopstick, baby AK
Different flavors like Tekashi, twelve gauge shotty like I'm Tr3yway
Maxo Kobe, holy moly, servin' smokey like I'm Dae Dae
Runnin' out of dog food like I fed Chico
Put a brick on your head and get you dropped like Deebo
I'm slangin' bricks like Craig, I'm tryna drop these bows (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a God
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ay
What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh
If I keep moving like this, then I'm a God
Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside
And I know it inside, inside out, ay
What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh (look)
Alright, I fucked up my whip 'cause I'm high and I swerve
Sorry that I scared you, I didn't do that on purpose
My life been fucked up so I got problems with my nerves
My hands get sweaty
