Ayy, switchblade on my body (body)
Profit all in my pocket (pocket)
Hit the switch and get to droppin'
Got a '64 with hydraulics (what?)
Boom, now you're doomed
24 karat, cover my tomb
Don't make me go back to the shit I used to do (sesh)

Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
Hundred fifty dollar candles flash with the fragrance
Need to leave the city soon, naughty missa makers
Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient

Back on the motherfuckin' prowl (woo)
I'm the past and the future and the fuckin' right now
Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
Habits that I got demand a lot of my account