Allah

(Ah, ah)

(Ah, on some real shit)

(Aye, they not fucking with the boy, MTD, Big 45, throw the flag up, all gas, no brakes, bitch) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Rock with the lord, I been tryna get closer to Allah

أكذبت أنا مسيحيون

Fucking this bitch, pullin' on her hijab (Hijab, woah)

Bitch, this my job (Woah)

Rapping and flipping the bread, like i'm Bob

Suite with the 49ers, bring Rob (Woah)

Perc's with the taliban, but no bomb

Fuck on Adele, she'll probably make a song (Probably make a song)

These rappers a joke, they never spit that they actually wrote (Actually wrote)

They showing off sticks they don't actually tote (Tote, ooh, wow)

Chill on the boat, with the goat, call him "Krucial", he leaving the opps with no hope (No hope, yeah)

Bitch suicidal, I bought her a rope

My dawg kinda musty, I bought him some soap (Bought him some soap)

Chill with my grandma, we reading the bible, in the book of Psalm it say, "Thou must go get thou some dough" (Get thou some dough, woah)

Fuck is you standing there for? (Woah)

You with the gang? you gon' pour me four, you gon' pop at the opps, whenever I say so (Pour me a four, whenever I say so)

Told her, "Don't Move", like my name Boonie Moe (Boonie Moe)

Pussy real bald, call that bitch Doodie Lo (Doodie Lo)

Roll with a stick on me, feel like i'm Joe (Joe)

Don't fuck with folks like Ebenezer, ghost

Bullets fly, just like Twitter

Homicide, made my figures

Cross the line, catch a splinter

Fuck around, you a swisher

Talk online, lose your sister (Bitch)

I got lines, in my system

Call it .9, not no pistol

I'm the Don, call me mista (Mista)

Getting ready to slide

How you gon' speak on some shit you ain't try?

I keep a buckshot, it pop at his eye (Bow)

Whole lotta talk, but they don't want the fire (Fire, no)

Whole lotta noise, til I pull out that iron

They don't know the real white boy, so come try

Tryna step to me? better know you gon' die (Better know you gon' die)

No evidence, it's a staged suicide (Staged suicide)

Come get your bitch, 'fore she get out of line (Get out of line)

Folks just be hating, ain't nobody real

They was giving out names when the cops hit the crib (Cops hit the crib, aye)

Everybody sweet, nut up on they hoe's lip

Give that white boy a mask, bet he won't run a drill (Ha ha)

And that's why im real

Speak on my name, i'll real deal get you killed

Everybody talk like they been in the field (Been in the field)

But where was you at? we was up in the trap, we was moving them packs, nah, I ain't heard of him (Nah, I ain't heard of him)

Hide the deal, baby, crack the seal (Woah, ooh, wow)

Shawty getting mad, cause I ain't like her fucking reel (Like her fucking real, yeah, yeah)

Told that bitch, im out here sending shots to these boys ribs (Bang)

Had to get it off the rip, take the pack, and then I dip, cause

Bullets fly, just like Twitter

Homicide, made my figures

Cross the line, catch a splinter

Fuck around, you a swisher

Talk online, lose your sister

I got lines, in my system

Call it .9, not no pistol

I'm the Don, call me mista (Yeah)

Baby, I done did, just sold drugs, it's whatever (Baby, it's whatever)

I just hit my blunt, doubled up my cup, dance with the devil, hold on (dance with the devil, yeah)

Shawty dressed in red like Santa's helpers, popped a Tesla (Pop up)

Bitch, my diamonds Elsa (Froze)

He went and ran his money up, cause nobody would help him (Cause nobody would help him, nah)

I only did right by this bitch, so I probably couldn't tell you what the fuck she left for (Aye, aye)

Who you know mixing codeine with this seltzer?

Take down an addy, im boostin' my health up

Tryna get out of the game, I fuck with Lil Dylan, im black, he white, we telanin

And any and everywhere, I pull up with ice on my body (On god)

Trap jumpin', Scotty 2 Hotty (Too hot)

I went and ran up my guala

Mama, thinkin' im illuminati (Hoe)

I'm in Miami with a bitch right now, tryna ride a nigga like a trolly (Ride)

Gettin' higher than a bitch, I can't pipe down, if you hop on this plane, im the pilot (Fly)

I put this shit on allah, my nigga, I never seen me going to Wafi (I didn't)

Only had lint in my pocket

I'm poppin, take me a pill, and I pop it

Yeah, im having skill, know how to control the wheel, im whippin' off oxy

Don't trust nobody, going Jimmy Hoffy

Don't trust nobody, going Jimmy Hoffy, on god

Huh, woah woah, ight