[Verse 1]
Oh chilling off in the back
Man I'm so gold
I'm putting hoes in the Ozone
The green on me is so strong
I'm thinking bout that lap
That I wanna put vogues on
She keep telling me, You too on
But they sleep on me like a futon
The doc told me I'm sick
At birth they doubted me
But it made sense, just a little bit
Cause the track I touch get spewed on
These dollars don't make sense
That shit ain't real n***a
If you out here chasing cheese boy
You looking like a sin
Oh I guess that's just my view
Most think I'm a nutcase
But rolling round, on my 24s
I see what you had on your lunch date
I punch fate in thе mouth
Or maybe it's flipped around
It's funny how things shift around
Like thе first time I had touched a pound
I ain't never gone slow down
Built for this n***a
My bearing super slick n***a
My dick bigger
Your shit just can't compare (uh)
The supernatural bastard child
Bringing that bastard style
Your boys start acting wild
While your girl gone have to say a prayer
[Chorus]
Keep your pistol, fuck fight