Latex

I'll never go broke, latex gloves before I touch the dope

Better not come close, gon' catch a contact high from this gun smoke

Pop out with them sticks and smash your ass, ain't even need the scope

I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna make these **** hang from ropes

What ya on?

I'll beat a **** ass like Jon Jones

Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and torch, he left his phone at home

I got fifteen shots in this Glock, bitch, I feel like Patrick Mahomes

I been on the road, runnin' up them racks, Terrell Owens

Try me like a hoe, I'm makin' everybody hit the floor

I'm tryna put a **** in a wheelchair, he look like Joe

I caught that **** at the show, that boy look like he seen a ghost

He playin' pussy till I hit a **** with this Calico

Boy, you better tuck your hoe, cause I be fuckin' bitches' throats

That **** flaggin' with them poles, he don't know we be takin' those

Hit a **** with some flamin' hot shit like Buffalo

I got a baby .45 it kick like Tae Kwon Doe

Glock 23, kick like you standin' behind a horse

Swing my way, I'm tryna leave a stupid **** on my porch

I see my brother get a bowl, he beat that bitch like Bryn Forbes

I crack open a pack of dope and that bitch open up my pores

These **** too fuckin' broke, it cost money to go to war

**** phone jumpin' fasho, we don't be posted at the store

We got bricks and keys up in this bitch, I heard they open doors

And I'm gon' get on ass about my brother, what you gon' do for yours?

When I catch them boys, it's danger business, fuck the back and forth

Come off the hip, and keep clickin' until a **** on the floor

BMG I'm married to the game, we'll never get divorced

I wake up early in the morning, grab my fuckin' pistol out the drawer

I'll never go broke, latex gloves before I touch the dope

Better not come close, gon' catch a contact high from this gun smoke

Pop out with them sticks and smash your ass, ain't even need the scope

I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna make these **** hang from ropes

What ya on?

I'll beat a **** ass like Jon Jones

Lil Jefe pop up out the cut and torch, he left his phone at home

I got fifteen shots in this Glock, bitch, I feel like Patrick Mahomes

I been on the road, runnin' up them racks, Terrell Owens