Huss on the mic you know I′m lit

K got the sauce

Three bad bitches and they all wanna party

If she aint a 10 then I gotta say sorry

I come with heat like morning coffee

We can kick back or throw a party

I'm 23 in this bitch u gotta be scottie (Mike)

I′m catching beats they catching bodies

I pop these niggas like a molly (Brrrrrrr)

I'm in the streets you in the lobby

(Yeah)

Money bag type Narcotic (Narcotic)

I'm smoking loud Exotic (Loud)

Black on black that′s gothic

Moving slow robotic

(AY)

From the land of the free

To the land of the skreets

Imma murder these lines

Imma kill these beats

I′m on god flow like I got cheats

Suu whoop bitch I bang what i bleed (Suuu whooop)

We in this bitch, and I'm going crazy

Iraq on the map they said its crazy

I put it on my back I aint never lazy

You high as fuck? I tell em maybe

Iraqi flow Iraqi moves

Big bank I don′t lose

New watch new shoes

Imma let Moose get loose

Cook in stu bitch you know that we hot

Cutting it raw give a fuck if halal

I'm blessed Alhamdulillah

I′m blessed Alhamdulillah

Smoke with my homies we talking so slowly

Shoutout to Mary that bitch be so holy

I shoot my shot and my shot like Ginóbili

I keep me a stack and my stack worth trophy

I'm with the realest you fellas with phonies

No Post Malone but I feel like a Stoney

Yeah I feel like a Stoney

Yeah I feel like a Stoney

Catch me them dimes I feel like I′m hill

Dressed in all yellow call me Killy Bill

Gone off a bean and I'm gone off a pill

Stepped in the game imma kill it for real

Fuck how you feel

I'm in it to win yeah I′m in it to kill

Not here for fame but I′m here for the thrill

Yeah

Yeah

Slap your bitch with a pumpkin

You know how I'm coming

I′m out here really stunting

You ain't even stunting for nothing

You a nerd like McLovin

I kill the beat I say fuck it

Come around my block

And imma hit you with something

I got that Smith and Wesson

Imma call it a lethal lesson

If you feeling ill imma cure it no depression

Hit your girl up with the question

Are we fucking or is you dipping

Imma kill it no forensics

I don′t like you, you a dipshit

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Huh

What

Snapback on money so long

Puffing on clouds yeah I'm smoking that strong

Get the fuck off me I′m coming for thrones

These rappers be weak yeah I'm breaking they bones

The struggle was real recording on phones

We taking it cash ain't no more loans

Tryna drip in Versace and drip in Rick Owens

No more emotions I′m fucking in Trojans

Bitch call me Troy I′m smarter than romans

I'm Dropping these bombs we causing explosions

Kicking it off we gone put it in motion

Bitch we kicking it off we gone put it in motion

Yeah we put it in motion

Yeah we put it in motion

Bitch

Bitch