304 (Intro)

Jiggle f*ck, I like to press my luck Getting face like I'm Zuck You don't got a dumpy, pickup truck Timmy Turner, you f*ck tummy tuck Play C notes, no piano Fly a falcon like I'm fucking Lando Hollywood like I'm Howie Mandel She got white sands all up in her sandals Come correct, f*ck with no vandals Building up a cult, f*ck with no randoms I'm gonna hold your bitch, this isn't no ransom She buying me dinner, tell me I'm handsome Dressing all black, not for fashion Play with my gun, bitch, while I'm rapping I'd be nothing if it wasn't for passion Lay it all out, tell them to cash in She's violet, it's incredible way I'm dashing Hold my genitals, catch a taxi I'm a general, you on fentanyl Looking all bent and all, bitch Veteran, I feel like a veteran Inside my head, unsettling Still got to rake that cheddar in I'm all decked out, I'm a letterman Escaping the basement, erasing all tracings Cocaine got me racing, codeine got me pacing Say anyone do this, projecting I'm hitting inside of her rectum Billy the Kid got nothing on him This wild west flex, key is keeping a FN Got my prospects but I don't see to the end F*ck a Las Vegas, the City of Sin Pressing full court, but I'm not one to judge Lose your whole life because of one little grudge Say "Don't tread", I will trudge All my life I never gave a f*ck