Fisher Price

I don't need a beat, but I'll get to trippin' in this Bitch, bro brought some heat, box new

Chops, I copped them all just to finish beef, Anybody talkin' down on gang, they get put

To sleep, done wrappin' up the plastic plug, Finna switch on me, always tryna play it cool

I'm probably too nice, was supposed to be Home, and all the pros go to Fisher Price

Instead I'm on the road gettin' it gone, grippin' A newer vice, can't keep bad company Know We the enterprise, dawg said he taxin' for a Feat, can't even memorize, more dog shit Jumping

Off the leash, I said, uh, more dog shit jumpin' Off the leash, it should be televised, bars come

Fast, ship it to you, get it overnight, probably Go to H-Town in Houston tryna grab a pint

You was never on that road, never earned Your stripes, I don't wanna work with dog, Man

You niggas weak, I don't wanna work with dog, Man, you niggas cheap, if we ever have beef

Then I promise, on mama, you won't even Make it to tomorrow, why would I ever chase a Bitch