This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

We smokin' runtz

Shorty got a BBL, took that ṣhit out because she couldn't run

I had to do it to them, snipe

I went Judge Judy on that ṗussy, snipe

I'm not loyal to anybody, I'm a demon

I have no loyalty for anyone, never did, never will

Shorty chose to be with a demon

Sounds like her problem to me, haha

This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

My money longer than James Cameron

On and off the court, straight fundamentals, no funny business

This ṣhit ain't nothing to me man

Movin' like Dracula, we get it back in blood

You see it, I really did this, I'm really him

Flipped a whole brick into an empire, stop playin' with me

I have no sympathy, I live for this ṣhit

This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

I'm nice with it, haha

My money long, my pockets deep

No pocket watchin' in these parts

We straight gassin', cuttin' straight to the bricks

Chanel optics got me seein' ṣhit


That ṗussy better stank, otherwise I don't want it

Popped a Perc 30, got straight to ḟuckin'

That ṗussy dulce, smokin' fentanyl-laced cereal milk, I see God

This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

That ṗussy got me screamin', cryin', pissin', ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥', shootin' ropes

Yeah, we gettin' that Pirate Bay, alien shish kabob, cordyceps money

I hope them aliens are real, so that I have more things to ḟuck

Smokin' the Qui-Gon Jinn, Vietnamese, Phillips-head runtz

She suck me, like a cordless Dyson V8

I'm in a k-hole lickin' balloon knot

When I got the meat cannon, I bе shootin' straight rope

This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

Chanel optics got mе seein' ṣhit

I need fentanyl, slime

I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, ḟuck you mean?

I smoke real Emrānī, rapscallion ghost nuggets

Y'all can't ḟuck with me

I'm him, I been him, I will continue to be him

Yellow rubies glistenin', like piss

Gulpin' sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy

That coochie yummy, slime

That coochie doin' it for me, slime

They thought they could stop a demon, I'm back

The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto

This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

We out here cloud seedin', the scope gleamin'

You can't trust me, I don't even trust myself

I don't even know who I am anymore, I'm gettin' too much money

Aṣṣ so fat, I'm peakin' off this Danny Phantom, slime

Can you remind me who I am?

Get the president on the phone now

I fronted him a brick, I need my money

Hello? Blac Chyna?


I’m moving different

This ṣhit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo ḍick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that ṗussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking ṣhit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a ḟuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the ċum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of ṣhit, I’ll ḟucking kill you

Call that ṗussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this ḅitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom ḅitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This ṣhit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Mоtherḟucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of horror

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This ṣhit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of ṣhit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That ṗussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this ṣhit? Ask me if I care about this ṣhit, cause I don't give a ṣhit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a ṣhit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a ṣhit

My ḅitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a ḟucking nutsack

This ṣhit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of ṣhit


This ṣhit ain't nothin' to me, man

Haters in shambles, they stay pickin' the corn outta my ṣhit

This Smith & Wesson got me movin' like an invasive species

I got Midas touch, ♥♥♥♥ boy

♥♥♥♥♥ so bad I made her ṣhit in my chopped cheese

I'm at the bank 'bouta withdraw all of it

These Valentinos are from Milan, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥' idiot

That Fentanyl gave me Vitruvian Man flexibility

Got me in a state of rigor mortis

Caught a broke boy trying to come up on my Amazon package

So I skinned his aṣṣ alive, ahhhhh

We smokin' Serge Ibaka, spinal fluid infused, quick-release Percs

She spread it and let mе take a deep sniff of that Mahi-mahi

I gave that ♥♥♥♥♥ a raspberry

Thеy needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my ♥♥♥♥♥♥' fingerprints off

They will not find me

Konichiwa, you little jit

Snortin' some premium Matisyahu, got me fightin' for my life

I make a nice stew out of that ♥♥♥♥♥

Blacked out on the Percocet, ordered a Desert Eagle off Amazon

I used to nut in my socks until the crust smelled sweet

I ain't never going back

Hidden Valley Ranch ice cream cake in my Fronto Leaf

Got Subanese crystalline shards pokin' out my lungs, ♥♥♥♥ boy

I'm in Göbekli Tepe shirtless in a loin cloth

Blowing bareback aṣṣhole, out-smokin' aqueduct filtered sherm

Told shorty to keep that box breathin' yeah

She squeezin' the garlic, we smokin' java man

Face pressed up against that monkey, sniffin' for dear life

The Cuban link will turn the diamond tester into a pipe bomb

Glock-34 shivered his timbers

Blew her back out usin' a mammoth-skin condom

♥♥♥♥/♥♥♥♥♥ freeballin', like Shaq and Kobe

I'm smokin' Mesopotamian, Stanley Cup triple-award-winning, soul-bleeder, taint blaster, J.D. Power Associates, dingleberry zaza

We smokin' that IBM Quantum Computer

I can't wait to curb stomp you in these dumb ugly aṣṣ Rick Owens shoes

I'm Dracula, I'm twelve million years old

When I hit it from behind, the room smells like absolute michi

They said I wouldn't ṣhit on 'em

I spread my cheeks and hit 'em with an absolute screamer

Lil' bro was emaciated, the Percs done ate lil' cuzzo aṣṣ up

These cops are interrogating me about an ounce of weed

As if I didn't ki