(F-F-F-F-Fony)
(Fony Wallace, bitch)
Yeah, yeah yeah
Uhh
Nowadays niggas don't be on shit
Eating so much that I have to shit
Tree leaf making it to my piss
I wear Rick cause it got no logo
Don't do coco that's a no no
Every time me and Christ D wanna take a pic
Niggas run around tryna get in the photo
Nowadays niggas just care about their cell phones
Nowadays niggas just care about fitting in
Head real black, skin brown like cinnamon
I don't give a fuck about fitting in (Ahhh)
Want niggas to like you 'cause you're a pussy
I can never be a bitch like you
I only rhyme if I want to
I don't rhyme 'cause the label tell me to
I only do what I want to (Ahhh)
Bitch I think I'ma clean up a beach
Rick Owen shoes got sand in 'em
My hands got bands in 'em (Yeah)
Oakley shades provide vision
Helping people is my mission
Saying that shit other rappers won't say to you
I only do what I want to
Two-tone Glock look like a Toucan
Used to beat the pod up like Juice Man
Pop an X, now I don't feel human
I'm so high, that I just stopped movin'
BAPE hoodie, Dragon Ball Z
I hate niggas hatin' on me
Niggas great at hatin' on me
Niggas straight, but they ridin' my D
Chuck a nigga, punch him in the chest
Nigga, this the highest that I ever been
I can't fuck with niggas that don't ever win
I can tell these niggas broke, because they thin
My car uses less CO2
I'd hate it if God made me you
Go shoppin' when I tell her what to do
I'm black and white, I'm steppin' in the boots
I'm punchin' niggas, knockin' out they tooth
Nigga, me and Lil Darkie in the booth
I don't ever see you niggas at the bank
God's the only nigga I could thank
Nigga, I love sippin' drank
Shoot a nigga point blank, leave him stank