We straight gassin', cuttin' straight to the bricks.

Haha, this shit ain't nothin'

to me, man. We smokin' Runtz. Shorty got a BBL, took that shit out because she
couldn't run. I had to do it to them, snipe! I went Judge Judy on that pussy,
snipe! I'm not loyal to anybody. I'mma demon. I have no loyalty for anyone—never
did, never will. Shorty chose to be with a demon, sounds like her problem to me,
haha! This shit ain't nothin' to me, man. My money longer than James Cameron. On
and off the court, straight fundamentals, no funny business. This shit ain't
nothin' to me, man. Movin' like Dracula, we get it back in blood. You see it? I
really did this. I'm really him. Flipped a whole brick into an empire. Stop playing
with me. I have no sympathy. I live for this shit. This shit ain't nothin' to me,
man. I'm nice wit' it, haha! My money long. My pockets deep. No pocket watchin' in
these parts. We straight gassin', cuttin', straight to the bricks. Chanel optics
got me seein' shit.

That pussy better stank, otherwise, I don't want it. Popped a Perc 30 got straight
to fuckin'. That pussy dulce. Smokin' fentanyl-laced cereal milk. I see God. This
shit ain't nothin' to me, man. That pussy got me screamin', cryin', pissin',
shittin', shootin' ropes. Yeah we gettin' that Pirate Bay, alien, shish kebab,
cordycep money. I hope them aliens are real so that I have more things to fuck.
Smokin' the Qui-Gon Jinn, Vietnamese, Phillips-head Runtz. She suck me like a
cordless, Dyson V8. I'm in the k-hole lickin' balloon knot. When I got the meat
cannon, I be shootin' straight rope. This shit ain't nothin' to me, man. Chanel
optics got me seein' shit. I need fentanyl, slime! I just popped a whole garbanzo
bean, fuck you mean! I smoke real Emrani, rapscallion, ghost nuggets. Y'all can't
fuck with me. I'm him. I been him. I will continue to be him. Yellow rubies
glistenin' like piss. Gulpin' sea monkeys by the gallon. My tummy feel crazy. That
coochie yummy, slime. The coochie doin' it for me, slime. They thought they could
stop the demon. I'm back. The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto. This shit ain't
nothin' to me, man. We out here cloud seedin'. The scope bleamin'. You can't trust
me. I don't even trust myself. I don't know who I am anymore. I'm getting too much
money. Ass so fat. I'm peakin' off this Danny Phantom, slime! Can you remind me who
I am? Get the President on the phone now! I fronted him a brick! I need my money!
Hello? Blac Chyna?
I’m movin' different. This shit ain’t nothin' to me, man. I’m a dog. I’m bitin' the
fart bubbles in the bath. We smokin' symbiote. Smokin' that Whoopi Goldberg, South
Egyptian, fur burger deluxe, Mega Millions scratcher, skunk bubba kush. We smokin'
dung beetle. I’m on 12 Vicodins, smokin' on Scooby-Doo dick. We smokin' Sequoia,
Banshee boogers. We snortin' that good Buffalo Soldier, tamarind, Jordanian
gibbies. They must have amnesia. They forgot that I’m him. That Burberry Backwoods
pack hittin'. That pussy smell like a Hellcat V8. We smokin' shit in a glass pipe,
blowin' the Lord’s bubbles. I’m sick in the head. I’m on them Broward county Tic-
Tacs. I’m on them Georgetown geronimoes. I’m on them Nashville nibblers. I left my
Margiela’s in the Benz trunk. I’ll have to stunt on them next time. I don’t give a
fuck if I go blind. I don’t need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I’m high on 12
Jason Bournes, lookin' to beat the cum out of a thick, fresh oak. We smokin'
filtered crack you stupid piece a shit. I’ll fuckin' kill you. Call that pussy The
Matrix 'cause I’m in this bitch and I can’t get out. Last guy who ran off on the
pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the
price tag on them slowly faded into darkness and I let the archangels take him. I
need more Sequoia, Banshee boogers. Don’t be shy, girl. I love me some pastrami
mudflaps. I’m movin' like French Montana. Heh? Welcome to the Cream Kingdom, bitch!
Open up! Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls. My shooter a
crackhead. He look like Woody Harrelson. You ain't seen ten bands in your life,
jit! Reach for my neck, you'll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playin'
with me, man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I
pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain't nothin' to me, man.
Tied the opps to the back of a Trackhawk and dragged them around the block for 24
hours. Motherfucker look like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done
with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I'm movin'
like Oppenheimer. She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle. They
thought I was Stephen Wallace. Top shelf zaza disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have
seen the Magna Carta. I have seen the eye of horror. I was flippin' bricks for
Mansa Musa before y'all even became a type one civilization. This shit ain't
nothin' to me you stupid piece a shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That
pussy feel like Biscoff Butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care
about this shit 'cause I don't give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they
said I gave a shit, I'd be broke 'cause I don't give a shit. My bitch look like
David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fuckin' nutsack. This shit
ain't nothin' to me, man. I'll kill you, you stupid piece a shit