Intro 
Everybody getting high this my type of party... 

Verse 
Everybody getting high this my type of party 
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher than Bob Marley 
A nigga try to sneak in my crib I got barbwire 
Scammed a white actor who played a voice on Bob's Burgers 
Bunch a niggas try to come and rob me caught 5 murders 
Posting pictures on my jugg page and caught 5 sales 
I see you in the club with your boys, where the females? 
I think this nigga Gucci sweater fake, where the details? 
Off-brand designer sweater on, where the G at? 
Came to your city now I'm asking where the weed at? 
The police took my last one I need to buy a new Mac 
Had sex with your bitch she went to the doctor to get a new back 
(Like that bitch... fuckin'... broke her shit) 
You showing me some methods but I already used those 
He showed me some bins but I already had them 
Screaming R.I.P his brother but I already killed him 
I like when that bitch give me head she got a long tongue 
Guns start singing like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony 
Bullets rang out he got hit up in his artery 
I got a light skin bitch she look like the real [?] 
Got drunk yesterday so now my gun missing 
How you miss that bullet? Go to the gun range 
Blowing on exotic I like to call this propane 
Smacked my lil brother cuz he smoking cocaine 
Moncler jacket this bitch white as cocaine 
Met this bitch and told her I don't got no name 
He don't wanna die he need to stay in his lane 
Fucked a nigga bitch and she said he's lame 
(That nigga lame as hell) 
Play it from the top! 
I'm riding in the car playing Roddy Rich The Box 
Fucked this nigga bitch then I put her in the box 
AR-15 it'll leave you in the... (Like I put that bitch in the box)
One more time, they let me out of jail but I did one more crime
If you ain't got the money don't give me the run-a-round
Made him get scarred with my strap and made him run around
They say I went mainstream I'm still underground
But that's only because I could rap with other styles
I always had drip I don't never need no stylist
And I never had to stress cuz I know the money piling
Forged signature they can tell by my handwriting
I think he a girl he got good handwriting
Throwing money in the club this shit got my hand tired
I'm writing a new verse this shit got my hand on fire
Got in to it with my mans cuz I found out he's a liar
(Like that nigga's a liar that nigga is cappin')
Since you wanna be famous Imma put you on a flyer
Cook a nigga ass put him a deep frier
(Cook that nigga cook the shit out his ass)
Scammer go legit this shit really undecided
Imma still call my brother if we ever get divided
I'm bout to drop a whole mixtape with undefined!
And Imma scam a nigga from the price is right
I could sell you a method if the price is right!
My brother called with a BoA it made my night!
So I'm bout to drop the check and stay up all tonight!
(Like I'm bout to stay up all night... alright keep that!)

Outro
They thought that I was bout to end the song but I came back
Yo bitch said she was bout to leave then she came back!
Then I killed and tied her body up and left it on the train tracks
I'm smoking on some fire ass weed called trainwreck
Lot of niggas fucking up this shit bring the game back
Snatched his jewelry at the show he was scream "Bring my chain back!"