I'm fine, that's my opps, niggas smoke yo potna
That's my opps, niggas smoke yo potna
I'm fine, that's my opps, get super, get super hard, so I scuba
Come on, get super hard, nigga smoke yo potna
Aight, yeah, for real, I do it
That's my opps, I get super hard
I'm on percs, I'm on all the shit that he tryna fuck
So I scuba dive, nigga, I make the spot
Roll a big-ass backwood, these bitches tuba-sized
My mom come callin' my phone, thinkin' I don't wanna spin
Say they talkin' 'bout who done died
Hit the boy's chest with a .45, and Drake bullets, the bitch start wheezin'
So now I'm makin' art, nigga, head get back
Nigga heard that, brr, nigga frozen
Each time I'm walkin' down just to strike
Get up close, see a opp, nigga, then I'm squeezin'
Tryna say I ain't rap where the fuck I live
My dude tryna find out what this nigga mean
So now when we spin his block, when we spin they block
So how the fuck is niggas even
So now I'm makin' art, niggas run out somethin'
Tryna catch me head, this shit kinda easy
And I made a ten out the rap, and I double-doped
Right in the trap, probably wouldn't believe me
So now I drop a skill, my brother with Drake
It was flames in the dark, nigga, couldn't see me
And I ain't gotta brag on the 'Gram, niggas know I get active for real
Get a swing in this bitch, my brother and them locked in the jungle
Couple niggas got in that room, got to singin' this shit
Nigga, I had to chill off the pills for real
Went two days without, got to fiendin' this shit
Niggas runnin' from me, we were fiendin' again
And lately, I ain't seen this nigga
So we put two in L, I'ma shoot if you stay on five for them beanies, nigga
How the fuck you ain't die when you shot his ass so many times like the nigga had Jesus
Ever since I go on the hit, now I'm fresh as the fuck
Brought a nigga head down to some Yeezy dealings
I'm yellin', come on, boy, where the fuck you goin'
With this Drake, I'm the meanest, nigga, I do it
I smoke opps, I get super hard
I'm on percs, I'm on all the shits that he tryna fuck
So I scuba dive, nigga, I'm in the spot
Rollin' big-ass backwoods, these bitches tuba-sized
My mom come callin' my phone, thinkin' I don't wanna spin
Say they talkin' 'bout who done died
Hit the boy's chest with a .45, and Drake bullets, the bitch start wheezin'
So now I'm makin' art, nigga, I give back
Nigga heard that, brr, nigga frozen
Each time I'm walkin' down just to try and get up close
See a opp, nigga, then I'm squeezin'
Tryna say I ain't rap where the fuck I live
A dude tryna find out what this nigga mean
Now fuck is you talkin' 'bout?