I gotta organize my room

Got too many pills, yeah

I might hit you with a broom

Been on my shit, yeah

Your bitch thinks that I'm a groom

But I only fuck her, yeah

With the car go room

With the car go room

Fuck with me you're getting doomed

Fuck with me you're getting doomed

Every night getting high

Every night we're getting ready

We got the sticks ready

Shootin my shot curry( swish, swish )

Yeah

Burberry

(Burberry,Burberry,Burberry,Burberry)

(I got Gil on this mathafuckin' track)

Aye, aye

Yeah I'm done with cap

Spread rumors, what's up with that?

Fuck a sneak diss, we're tit for tat

Got them bending back

You ain't built for that

I'm lapping y'all, bitch I run a track

I can taste the fresh like tic no tac

Don't bark bitch, you're a pussy cat

Boy who's like me?

Dangerous, bitch I might be

Rappers out of luck, they Pisces

Y'all hypebeast, I am beast

Can't catch me with those corny rappers

The plenty cappers

The phony yappers

I'm Louis V all dappered down

Don't man up with that wedding gown hoe

I'm getting the green, oregano

A bitch is on seen, she gotta go

I stick to routine, you better know

I'm flooded with ice, Eskimo

Bitch don't call me baby yeah I'm kicking fucking strollers

I be shaving you with rollers while I piss on your Toyota cause

Bitch I'm fly as fuck

Step on your ass keep it a buck(yah)

Shootin shots you better duck

Search for the exit don't trust your luck

(Don't trust your luck hoe, don't trust your luck)

Said they want smoke hoe we coming to you

Sending them shots out the Glock 22

Don't come too close cuz then ima shoot

Air Jordan yeah all on my shoe

I'm a playa playa yeah Cafu

I got that k from OBL

No one cares hoe you failed

Talking dirty you getting nailed

Go to jail I get a bail

You better run before you hear the bell

Making money bitch know I sell

Nah hoe this ain't for sale

MAB remember the name, everybody lookin' for the fame

Stepped on their ass I have no shame

Said that you fucked that's a fairy, tale

I get that bitch from Yale

I got that beef in a barrel

I get that bitch from Yale

I got that beef in a barrel

I gotta organize my room

Got too many pills yeah

I might hit you with a broom

Been on my shit yeah

Your bitch think that I'm her groom

But I only fuck her yeah

With the car go vroom

With the car go vroom

Fuck with me, you're getting doomed

Fuck with me, you're getting doomed

(Fuck with me, you're getting doomed

W-W-With the car go vroom

F- F- Fuck with me, you're getting doomed

W-W-With the car go vroom yeah)