508 all on my side They gon' ride, they gon' ride Tell ya this a homicide Oh my God, oh my God I said I was gon' retired You got lied, you got lied I ain't got no stupid job This my life, this my, wait (All of y'all wishy and washy)
This is God's plan, someone stop me I was sent here from Illuminati Evil scriptures written on my body Me and satan pull up in a red Bugatti
Don't be tryna put your stupid arm around me 44 shots traumatizin' from the 45, hit 44 more Carbon copies wish you were somebody
This for e'rybody Mama, poppy, sister, brother, cousin, uncle, auntie This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi This is panorama, this is life's a movie
I'm Mahatma Gandhi A crazy humanoid, Anunaki With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty Better use your manners when you talk about (Ain't too hard to find me)
I've been killing sockers still ain't nothing left tho Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat Spanish shit that wanna gimme besos They must've forgot I was the next up
Speed out your crib right then I'ma go to pocket Pull all of your money in a escrow F what you sayin' I'm not that one that you play with I think they really mistaken I wasn't next up?
You thought wrong And you all gone, all done I just might bring back don Juan I just might bring back sean john Tell P Diddy that I'm on one I'ma beat it down with a du-rag Gettin' ate out, that's a popcon Promise with you, that's too bad
My Jamaican chick got socks on Every time I hit it she be like: Wagwan