In the bitch's stomach, deep in the bitch's stomach - this is hara-kiri
Why is she with me, like, does she love me or is it my profit?
Yes, I will never know, because I will no longer be poor, although I was
My bars are bullets, don't even think about it, I don't use blanks
Fuck, these little clones, we pissed on them, they're like minions
Many years to perfect the form, you know what we mean
And these kitties, as if they are abroad, they are all like
They let you in close if you have a Visa, and there are huge numbers
On the leg 23, on the neck 24
This chain shines like it has shimmer on it
FX on the road, I'm not talking about dates
Booker in my DMs, I'm not talking about Phoenix now
This is my tenth season, but I'm still a contender
Lemon is dripping on the IP, I have this zest
I got sunburned in the Maldives, I look like I'm Elmo
I stand silently by Mike, it's my ego talking
All my punches, they're for you, it's a fucking dagger
I'm young Hancho, like I'm fucking Quavo
On the bless, on the bless, on the bless
We are wheezing, we are hasliming on the tin
There are five packs of two hundred in the package
On the bless, on the bless, on the bless
Fuck, give me some garlic, I have crazy onions
Therefore, it cannot be that we are stupidly not allowed into the club
My young ones stir things up, and yours stupidly shoo away flies
I don't wear a Panama hat, I drive a Panama hat, I collect loot
This little lady is waiting to turn eighteen
Just for the sake of being on my live at night
Cum on buns, bitches love crumbs
This beat is like Woody, he hits like a woodpecker
On the bless, on the bless, on the bless
We are wheezing, we are hasliming on the tin
There are five packs of two hundred in the package
On the bless, on the bless, on the bless
