(Enrgy made this one)

Smoking-, oh my God

Smoking Swisher leaves ′cause the Backwoods fucked up

Look at my neck, light show, bitch, I'm Hutch′d up

Turn my hustle to the max, bitch, I ain't luck up

Three sixth of Runtz, you get stuck off of one puff

Touchdown, that's a six out here, hut, hut

So many Dunks in my closet, don′t know what′s what

Point it at his toes, turn his Yeezys into Foam Runners

Why the fuck you put the cuffs on her? She a known runner

Three five, Durantula, bitch, I only blow thunder

High as hell on the roof, dripping like a broke gutter

I'll do the dash and crash this bitch, I got full coverage

On the block with the big B′s, I think the hood buzzing

Shoot the baby Drac' one hand, it got the wood jumping

Rap star, you might catch me somewhere in yo′ hood clutching

Walked out crispy, feeling like I'm Kidd today

Doing 60, pouring Kesha, shit, I had to hit the brakes

Ain′t a shovel, P90, it's gon' dig his grave

Deuce in my Gatorade, I′m shooting tryna win the game

(Phew, ayy)

Trackhawk damn near broke my neck tryna take off

Boy, I wish they would, do the race and shake the Jakes off

2021, I copped a mower, cut the snakes off

Dealership, new whip, I told ′em take the brakes off

When brodie slide, it's a hit like a Drake song

Trendsetter, not a wave rider, I create sauce

On my way to it right now, I can′t wait long

Look me in my mirror tint, you can clearly see you're losing

Look at yo′ bitch, why she staring? Boy, I think she choosing

Look at yo' shoes, boy, you broke, who you think you fooling?

Bitch, let me send her up in Sprint, shit, I think she stupid

We gon′ pop him in his Cartis if he think he buff

Orange and brown Yeezy 350s, look like Reese Cups

Doggie can't buy an eighthy so he taking breezy puffs

Pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut

Looking like the auto shows, Scats irking up the block

Full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch

Spilling Wock's on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks

Doggie laying in his bed crying, hurting ′bout a thot

Can′t relate though

Met my one plug in Mexico, I paid him pesos

Seen my one opp, I ain't say shit, I gave him halo

Mike Amiris, bitch see my jeans like, "Where they make those?"

Maison Margiela, I got paint toes

Bankroll so fucking big that it can′t fold

Hunnid tucked, if I get caught, that's the case closed

You can go home with them Xannies, we don′t take those

You can go home in them Converse, we don't wear them

Told bro like, "When we pull up, no, you can′t spare them"

Fry his top with the chop, fuck around, electric chair him

Yeah, the Glocks' something like these Nike sneaks

We gon' air ′em (okay)

Undertaker, I don′t wrestle, I'm with Paul Bearer

Soaring in the Track′, 150, think the 'Hawk scared her

So many red lines poured, we typing all errors

Winter time, I′m a road running Nike jog wearer

Summer time, I'm the type to drop the top and hit the hood

80 dollar eighthy, zaza, you can′t hit this 'Wood

At Benihana's, told the bitch make sure my shrimp is cooked

Timmy Turner, strapped up, boy, I wish he would

Hey, ShittyBoyz

What up, Enrgy?