If this song good, no go stop the ditty guy pack, smoke it up yo that shit gon' be smack I been lookin' fast, I'm smokin' over it, the guy shot some spank, damn His man's real, he a fact, he's hot, we never lack, now look at this dumbest guy left in the cab Spent the day t-shirt, ain't makin' it bad, spent the day bitch out of catchin' it high Ay, ay, spent the day bitch out of catchin' it high, you talkin' my mom's like what? Get the fuck on, now that he got poking his chest, get big fat as long as I smoke it up bitch, I mix it with Vaughn Damn, y'all can't do what I do, no go stop the subboots And ditty guy knockin' the shoes, I'ma get my marigot to get to these blues Gaga boom is the uppity boom before the job gets put on the news.

Theny

Imma tell my kids this was Drake.

I really know how to put my finger on it. That was ass. Kill your producer.

Mate, fucking shit.

What the...

Why you talk like that?

Right bro you wanna be on my next song the boys a liar part three

Dog, we getting evicted, but we up. You making it out the hood? You making it to the trenches, the projects?

Yo this shit was fire put it out put it out

Blow your nose first and then let me hear it again.