This ṣhit ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath

We smoking Symbiote

Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Mega Millions scratcher skunk bubba kush

We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby-Doo ḍick

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind Jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that ṗussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking ṣhit in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a ḟuck if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the ċum out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of ṣhit, I’ll ḟucking kill you

Call that ṗussy The Matrix, cause I’m in this ḅitch and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl, I love me some Pastrami mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana: haan

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom ḅitch, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls

My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson

You ain't seen ten bands in your life, jit

Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example

Y'all gotta stop playing with me man

I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This ṣhit ain't nothing to me man

Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24 hours

Mоtherḟucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him

Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant

I'm moving like Oppenheimer

She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Stephen Wallace

Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm

I have seen the Magna Carta, I have the seen the eye of horror

I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type I civilization

This ṣhit ain't nothing to me you stupid piece of ṣhit

Step the wrong way and you will perish

That ṗussy feel like Biscoff Butter

You think I care about this ṣhit? Ask me if I care about this ṣhit, cause I don't give a ṣhit

If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a ṣhit, I'd be broke cause I don't give a ṣhit

My ḅitch look like David Hasselhoff

I balled so hard they thought I was a ḟucking nutsack

This ṣhit ain't nothing to me man, I'll kill you, you stupid piece of ṣhit