If you don't fuck with ロ-ロ-ロ-ロ-ロ-ロスト— ロ-ロストルーシー
Well then, you’re just a bitch-ass trick (Hahahaha)

Bustin' out my 9, yeah, I ain't playing fair
I’m gaslightin', knives out, I ain't playing fair, uh
I'm a landslide better, I ain't playing fair, huh (Woo)
There's no chance that I'm losin', I ain’t playin’ fair, uh
There go Keisha, tryna fuck the bros, don't need no head
I got kief crystals on the joint, I’m blowing air (Woo)
Pulled up to the suite, big steppers on
she call me Debonaire (Woo)
Niggas thinkin' I'm sweet? Go and try again
I'm fuckin’ raisin' hell (Oh, yeah)
Drop these n— I'ma drop these niggas off
Bad bitch, but she ain't got etiquette, she turn me off
Cougar bitch and she ain't got any kids, mami, what's gwan?
Ruger, bitch, my shotta aimin' right at your squad
Boy, you know I'm sauced up, drank turn me to a monster
Then bring out the Monster after like fifteen shots
I live my life a rasta (Yeah) , I'm smoking too much pot
Used to look like a rasta, I took my blade and chopped
Took my— took my blade and chopped

Then I show her a boss
She called me nerdy back then, now she want me to beat box
I want some dirty Sprite, I told my boy, "Look for my cup"
We shut 'em up for doin' too much chattin', give no f—
I can never fall out, yeah, I cannot lose my title
Gotta bless my crawlers, yeah
every time they gon' slide for (Slide for)
I turn the boy solid, yeah, got Medusa's eyes on
Got Medusa's eyes— got— g-g-got Medusa's eyes on (Woo)

Bustin' out my 9, yeah, I ain't playing fair
I'm gaslightin', knives out, I ain't playing fair, uh
I'm a landslide better, I ain't playing fair, huh (Woo)
There's no chance that I'm losin', I ain't playin' fair, uh
There go Keisha, tryna fuck the bros
don't need no head (Woo)
I-I-I got kief crystals on the joint, I'm blowing air
Pulled up to the suite, big steppers on
she call me Debonaire (Woo)
Niggas thinkin' I'm sweet? Go and try again
I'm fuckin' raisin' hell (Oh, yeah)
Drop these n— I'ma drop these niggas off
Bad bitch, but she ain't got etiquette, she turn me off
Cougar bitch and she ain't got any kids, mami, what's gwan?
Ruger, bitch, my shotta aimin' right at your squad
B-boy, you know I'm sauced up, drank turn me to a monster
Then bring out the Monster after like fifteen shots
I live my life a rasta, I'm smoking too much pot
Used to look like a rasta, I took my blade and chopped
Took my— took my blade and chopped