508 all on my side
They gon' ride, they gon' ride
Tell ya this a homicide
Oh my God, oh my God
I said I was gon' retired
You got lied, you got lied
I ain't got no stupid job
This my life, this my, wait
(All of y'all wishy and washy)

This is God's plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and satan pull up in a red Bugatti

Don't be tryna put your stupid arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the 45, hit 44 more
Carbon copies wish you were somebody

This for e'rybody
Mama, poppy, sister, brother, cousin, uncle, auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is panorama, this is life's a movie

I'm Mahatma Gandhi
A crazy humanoid, Anunaki
With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about
(Ain't too hard to find me)

I've been killing sockers still ain't nothing left tho
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish shit that wanna gimme besos
They must've forgot I was the next up

Speed out your crib right then
I'ma go to pocket
Pull all of your money in a escrow
F what you sayin'
I'm not that one that you play with
I think they really mistaken
I wasn't next up?

You thought wrong
And you all gone, all done
I just might bring back don Juan
I just might bring back sean john
Tell P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a du-rag
Gettin' ate out, that's a popcon
Promise with you, that's too bad

My Jamaican chick got socks on
Every time I hit it she be like: Wagwan