Water ft. Baby Para

Talking how I want, I can though

You the type to turn bitch, when the pigs come, ham tho

Smoking cannatique, me and wood, Randal

Creepin' in your bushes, stick blade like I'm Rambo

Switching lanes in this little Audi, brodie showed me ninety-five racks, what I taught em

Brodie threw a box through the air, so I caught it

I brought the blick with me, they ain't tried, know they thought it

Ima blow a hundred thousand before you even touch ten

I had to tell P to keep it cool, he almost blew a fan

Heard they went and robbed dog, they like who? What? Where?

Growin' up I soaked game, from three wise men