Part 1:
Verse 1:
If you run up, I’m thudding, stunting, gunning
No I don’t cap, it ain’t no fronting
Don’t let me find out you been talking, hear it I slide into his slums then
Turn the boy face to mush like pudding
Hearing his mother screaming, fussing
On to another, steady shrugging
And now the crowds yell “Koen's coming!”
His bitch running quick, he got no money
She see all the riches coming to me
Leaving him muddy yelling fuck me
Now the boy face is swollen, puffy
See what I’m doing, now they study
See what I’m doing, wanna copy
Got rich off of killing, racks is bloody
Verse 2:
Fuckboy swag all taken from the kid
Bitch I’m influencing niggas, bitches wanna take a pic
Split it up again, that’s five times ten
Now your nigga see me flexing and he want a cut of it
Rappers get success for a pretty little minute, then they falling off the planet and they wanna slit they wrists
Couldn’t catch me falling, bitch I’m steady steady grinding, and I'll get the recognition when I’m blowing up and shit
Play the cards right I ain’t seein no deuce
If a nigga wanna try me then I tie a nigga noose
Asked him why he chilling in his room playing 2, and he told me that he lazy, that’s a lame excuse
Boy try to kill me now he want a truce
Kill your whole gang off your drama, you
Getting no bank I’m getting commas, ouu
Pull up to your shordy for a rendezvous
Never been religious, only time that I be praying, when I’m praying to the money that I’ll get more money
If you hit the digits and you tell me we got problems, then you’ll take it to the grave, you got the grudge as a mummy
Buddy saying fuck all of the cops, funny
Same nigga snitching on his opps, brodie
You the same thing that you despise, corny
You the same thing that you despise, corny
Part 2:
Verse 1:
Watch me punch all these suckers
Bet she suck no stopping, while I take a puff of all the chronic
Popping on a new shotty
Bitch I’m feeling out my body
This new feel, I can’t stop it
Leave his body blue, rotten
Kill his barber too, chop it, knock it
Profit off the sluts that want my nut
Telling me they love me, told em keep they fucking mouth shut
Fans be asking for the bangers so I give em what they want
Then I pull up to your bitch house and I got her horizont
Huh!
Chillin with killers and terrorists
I wanna make your bitch lick my dick
Your mother your sister, etcetera
Ripping off all of your ligaments
Clips, I'm not talking bout wrestling
If I'm lying, then I'm flying, no I’m not talkin bout Florida
Huh!
Chorus:
Moving out my climate
Labels tryna sign me
Pussy wanna try me
It might get violent
Moving out my climate
Labels tryna sign me
Pussy wanna try me
It might get violent
Verse 2:
Yeah, I'm getting stat after stat, and I’m dropping the tracks while I see your stat decline
I’m rolling pack after pack, and I’m getting the racks, now your bitch wanna be mine
And now your shordy with me and you stressing and shit while I sit back and recline
And now my life is changing all because of some rhymes, I’m not even in my prime
I’m giving work to the airlines
And it don’t matter if my album flop or it don’t cuz I know ima be fine
And if the goofy ass rapper try dissing on me then I’m making him resign
And if the rapping ass bastard try talkin to me then he showing intestines, ha
Chorus:
Moving out my climate
Labels tryna sign me
Pussy wanna try me
It might get violent
Moving out my climate
Labels tryna sign me
Pussy wanna try me
It might get violent
Part 3:
Verse 1:
Riding in the Benz with a shordy to the right of me
Admires me, surprisingly
She knows I’ll cause her misery
She knows she’ll be despising me in months, but she ignores the signs
It could be cause the car
Or the way I bring her home and let her fill up all my drawers
She ain’t had a home for months
So she moving door to door
Slept on random niggas floors
Till she met me at the liquor store, her clothes were ripped and torn
Noticed her, I felt enticed bout something, but didn’t know what for
By the time that I approached
And I heard the way she talked
I already fell in love, she in my crib next thing you know
And we fucking on the floor
Equal exchange, I’m not alone and she don’t worry anymore
She don’t worry anymore, no
Verse 2:
So I’m cruising in the Benz with the shordy by my side
A little drunk, a little high
We fucked up, don’t know if we’ll die tonight
The LSD just make me drive as if not even alive
Couldn’t care even if I tried, I put the whip in overdrive
I’m seeing patterns on the roads, eyes start to explore
The trees outside resemble fall, feel AC on my arm
It feel colder than usual, the wheel under my palm
I see the mountains all abroad, I love the way they sprawl
I look beside me, see something so divine
Strange alignment, her body so defined
A different woman, I asked her if she fine
But no responding, the girl begin to cry
I look outside, I marvel at the size of the lines, they get bigger with time
Tears in her eyes, I wanna ask her why
But I can’t talk, all I can do is drive
