BARKIN'

Get 'em!
Yeah
I wish bro could FaceTime me, we off the GT-
I wish bro could FaceTime me, but we, yeah
I wish bro could FaceTime me, but we off the GTL
I'm on I-69 like I bought a CDL

Think he Bear Man Kevo, he just bought a BBL
Get your ass whipped to fashion, I swing this BB belt
I got my bitch beat and dogged up like Aspen
He think he took a Perc, that's some Norpress on aspirins
I'm talking straight into the wall, bro be crashing
My number one rule is give your all, don't do half it
Go off range in the A, I be at Bobby Jones

I see the blurs on her pics to hide her body rolls
All that cock blocking point dog to a hockey goal
The men cold, keep the V running like a snotty nose (Skrrt)
This bitch cost me twelve Augies

This ain't no ordinary kitty, it's a hell doggy
Eleven blitz in Roto, can you spell foggy?
Fuzz by the window every morning like he sell coffee
Drop Ship Militia hit his top, he dropping dog tags

Kill confirmed, that's what you call that
Change my jack, ain't nobody getting calls back
Your bitch glued to my dick like my ball sack
Y'all dirty ass need to throw a shower party
Snow bunnies in here trying to have a powder party

Shut it down quick, they only had an hour parking
Hurricane warning up in Hutch, I drown the Cartis
Dropping chase, got more glass than a windshield
DPD don't have to chase me down to Pittsfield
Why this ham trying to bark? I never seen a pit squeal
Ho trying to keep this shit a hundred like her tits real
Acting like you Master P but ain't C Murder
Lifestyle is a dream, we some team workers
Chef Griz, I go lamb, not no beef burger

I ain't gotta pay my hitter shit, he a free lurker
Mask, check, gloves, check, boy, we'll wipe your ass
Feel like it's world ending, doggy in his Mayan bag
Paul Goldschmidt'll pull up with that diamond back

I ain't pull my phone out, but I'm writing tracks
Lil' freak chasing around the nut, scrap
I just made a twenty quick like a touchback
Mira 10 TRX got the truck racked

I could up a milli right now, fun fact
This ho talking about some love, I don't trust that
I'm fresh off the road, check the bug splat

I don't wanna throw no ones, where the huns at?
Knock the heart out your chest, fuck a love tap
Bitch, you bald-headed, where that frontal go?
Bars got me slow like an undeveloped frontal lobe
TNT'll turn your crib into a bungalow

I get my clown on like a fucking juggler

Man, baby, corned beef on the onion roll
Oh, you talking onions? Where the fuck the Tor browser?
I'm one up on him, he a undersco
Got a turtle on my back, you can call me Lord Bowser
Why she think she plugged in? I pulled the cord out her
I was punching sacks fifth, leaving out a fourth thou'
Sausage party, get y'all boys more housing

2026, I need more whips and more houses

Fuzz catch a brick in Gosha, Bill Gouskis
That ain't ever do shit, why you still pouting?
He finna bleed out, why he still shouting?
They ain't never shot a human, they just go and kill houses

My left pocket Liz, all right one jilla

I make ten if I write one nilla
Go and check your clock, yeah, the time's up, silly
I don't know about your watch, but mine's 1:50
You ain't bringing nothing to the table, you can't get a fork
My whip need a full ride, throw this bitch a sport
Thought they had me locked out, but my foot in the door
Why you playing fuzz in the bush at your door? Shitty boys

Drop Ship Militia, Long Liz Gang, Ripper, D2HL, shit
Liz, you know the script, wipe your ass, boys
Clear that tab, clown, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, aye, aye