Lyrics
Sabbath's on the beat
Ha, yeah, Lizard King, bitch, I can do anything
Yeah
I ain't the type to lose (nah)
Roll the Rizz vibe, papers nice and loose (nice and loose)
Fuck a pint of juice, this bag is fresh
Tastin' like a fruit (like a fruit)
The ice is blue, yeah, I'm in my bag, she in the private room (she in the private room)
Sellin' that man a dream so I can buy a coupe (vroom)
Your killer lookin' scary, dawg, not the type to shoot
My man will make your family have to buy a suit (sheesh)
Another alley-oop, bulletproof the Benz truck (Benz truck)
Be careful on the phones, I ain't doin' ten plus (I can't)
God forgive me, yeah, the bag, it had me blind (it had me blind)
Had me turnin' out bitches, long nights and neon signs (skrrt)
I was thumbin' through a check when I seen him in the blinds
Grabbed my nine, shot him three times, I heard his homie cryin', yeah
Fuck a PJ, I'm hoppin' off of Southwest
Watch the money stretch, I'm ballin' in the Midwest
Fresh packs, yeah, and stacks full of dirty dubs (dirty dubs)
Blue gloves, bury two million in a month, yeah
Smokin' while drivin', when I pull up, I look the highest
Plus I'm the flyest, need the crown, call me Your Highness
Pull up behind us, bad bitch think she the diamonds
Switch up the climate, at the top, we through with climbin'
Do what I say like Simon, fans bringin' pictures, I sign 'em
Pull up, she get excited, one of the vividest writers
Givin' kush to suppliers, we got the game on lock like pliers
Smokin' out like fires
Don't you fuckin' waste it
We took the ceilin', you're in your feelings, that's unappealin' (ha)
What I'm revealin' is herbal healin', there's no concealin'
My bag is open, you're hopin' to catch a moment with us (bring it)
No opponent is potent enough to take our business
We got the passion, they cashin' in and the people askin' (dog)
Where the compassion these politicians are fuckin' taxin' (trash)
And my reaction is fingers in the air, birds flyin'