Don't put me to the test

Body the beat so i beat it to death

I don't need sleep i can sleep when I'm dead

But I'm sick like de Z's amd I'm needing a rest

Nah

That's how i used to rap

Spit too much flame they got used to that

Back before terra4m was producing tracks

Mad cards in my wallet like a booster pack

I know cunts who really got bodies

You know a guy at the store called Scotty

Seen you in club with a 3/10 thottie

Man slide thru with the 12 gauge shotty

One night i met Nerve and Wombat

Played the warm up set for a jam

Who's that guy man i think he's a fan

I was in the back room looking like Stan

I said boys don't you know who i am?

They said the guy that set up the mic? I said No fam i wet up the mic they said bro go get on your bike

Fight like my songs got a nice hook

Peak out if you give me the right look

Fuccboi can get his sprite took

If hes drinking HiTech then I'm like good

Said good night doesn't mean that the night's good hang man out of the window i'm like Suge

H-town reppin spray down sessions
Vapes for the lames got a bake sale prepping (x2)

Mans like peasants
Dirty
End this track six letters
Firthy