Fuck the fire, we got grease SBDSM, 7772, it's the other twenty three, [?] (Oh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Huh, ayy This the life of the President I move with elegance, I forgot that Hell exists I've been livin' heavenly, I ain't met a bitch that's celibate Actually, I ain't met a bitch who ain't sellin' it This ain't even KAPITAL's, I'm rockin' Vetements The way I skate the hellhounds, you think I'm rockin' Element Ride around with big shit, this chopper drop a elephant Granny trippin' 'bout my pop, just stop, it's medicine Went and checked the leaderboard, to you, the top irrelevant I ain't goin' back and forth but got a tennis wrist The other one Plain Jane, I'm on my Presi' shit We need a case of that drank, bring the refreshments in Chain after chain, shit, I think I spent a crib It's time to hit the next chapter, that's the end of this When I'm doin' fraud, I throw away all my penmanship Why you actin' like you off a Zag', that's a benadryl Why you actin' like you caught a hat? You ain't catch a kill Fresh on the road, caught a flat, and I'm pressin' still Big cuz'll press a opp and then go press a pill Why you actin' like a vet, boy? That's yo' second drill One more second with these pendants on and I'ma catch the chills It's time to fill my soda up with extra filth Let 'em try and charge up and he gon' feel the Tesla's wheels That's a roadkill Brodie tryna make his way to the A, but shit, he out there in the O still Caught a play in Roseville, at this point, she'll smoke pills Titi out here feelin' dope ill Retired, but I coach still If you in the deep for real after so long, you'll fuck around and grow gills I ain't got no chill That's like three-fifty on the kid, even while I'm still rockin' no grill It's the Militia, so it's madness It's the Militia, huh, yeah It's the Militia, so it's madness It's the Militia, yeah, uh-huh Don't play it like the pillman, that's just a thirty pack And don't play it like the bold plug with just a turkey bag She know I'm ridin' 'round with dirty mack with her lil' worried ass But who really gives a fuck about her lil' dirty ass Not me, not me I, not Tron All you do is trick yo' mans out, here go some pom-poms ShittyBoyz, hit yo' crib and drop bombs And I knew it was my time before I had the watch on I just hit yo' ho with the Jeff Hardy Swanton Off the ropes, I just finished her All these blues in the bag, salt and vinegar I slayed yo' bitch down, hope I don't get caught for killin' it You ain't never won, shit, you even lost the scrimmages I can walk that shit the same way I talk ridiculous I can't trust dawg and 'em, they'll talk his witnesses Why you trust that ho? I can make her walk through Michigan You wouldn't feel safe in these parts, I'm talkin' treacherous I make a bitch break her neck, I'm talkin' exorcist All they wanna do is talk like Letterman I just got a CPN, I'm talkin' credit lit We'll crack a hamhead 'til he credit us Brodie ran a quarter ticket off a credit, I mean debitless Damn, what type of debt you in? Who the fuck let you in? Nah, you don't mix with us Titi think she in here flyin' off the pixie dust You ain't got enough drank left to fill a Dixie cup Sign a bitch to Death Row then lift her titties up Bro ain't fuck around with semis, he gon' pull a switchy stunt I'm in a whole different universe, way past Jupiter I just got the brain in Juju with a blue in her It ain't a dollar in yo' pocket, you's the stupidest It's a thousand ways to make a thousand, you on stupid shit Oh, it's BlueStrip, baby