Transcript (en)

Yo, crudy, outside sticky Fair the apple juice, sheisty on a blicky I'm at the robber with a bucket named Vicky Last night she get a black pipe a hickey I'm a guy in my city, I'm a guy now Heard your reggie, went feddy, he's a boy now You're a gal clown, I never let them big me up In a trap, Tim, bitch, in a business club You're a guy in my city, don't play with a nigga You know how I come to you I've been working the trap on the night. The bitch and put the commas, the commas, the commas. This Canadian money got blue on the fingers from all the plastic. I'm pumping. All the money that wolf and I'm sad in the next. I'm getting to see you in public. We going back to back right here. Wash any bitches like this in detergent. Back me a bitch for the corner. If I can show tells you, I get a surgery. No bitch, ain't sure. You don't be in a bitch. I'm going to purchase. Take it to go to the carap. For the turkey. Only where we go to Turkey. Coming through sliding inside of 300. They think of them jerks. Yeah. I'm a make-up, I'm the only she call me a sir She wanna go to Carbone, I'd rather just take her to church Hey, the head was fire, the head was a demon, let's take her to see Hey, take her to service I'm tryna murder these rappers in the engine, realize I don't get no fuck on the first I'm tryna take it, there's nobody through there for 36 hours, I don't need a perk It's a little bad bitch, she said it, she's up in for accident, but we both know it's unperformed She's run from the cut of the 600 beans, open them lined up like she's a third I ain't even testify on it, but the little nigga just tried to murder me.