One day playing with daisy

Switch that brazy

Whipping that food no gravy

Smoking that cali

Don't smoke that hazy

It's crazy

Chilling with a ting called Maisey

Praise me

Man get loud don't phase me

Try pop shots

And don't even blaze me

Cooking with a ting name Tracey

Weekend come now

I'm billing with Stacey

Hasty, move that pack move fast

RB but they call me Rasharn, hard

Can't rap slow rap fast

Try battle me if a man got bars, rah

Try send shots send far

Don't want trouble if a man try par

Aim then blast

My wap stay hot like a star

My flow stay nice

When I arrive on the beat

Good kid but the gyal want jeet

Had to move then please

Do my ting then beat and leave

'love you' but it's first week

Sorry darling this ain't no trial

Love come vile

And I'll leave a girl weak

Know it ain't right

But the life come peak, sheesh

Sheesh like i'm doing up shish-a

Chilling with a ting name keisha

I pop shot like fifa

Aim for yute to end in the reefa

If i see them on my block

My mac gets popped

Like i'm doing up caesar

Mash and please her 2 days passed

Then i'll dash and leave her

If i spot man call man tay

Running the race

So he don't get k'ed

Can't catch that case, bally

And hood so they don't see face

If you see a paigon corn bine

Not hit one time

Then it's just one waste

If you bust that bust that right if

An opp in sight

Then he gwan get chased

Know my ting if I'm chilling with S

If you know what's best

Don't make him vexed

Find out what's next

If he come of the break

Then yutes get pressed, yes

If a man want beef it's bless

We'll slide to them sides

And we'll come with the tech

Tryna take of flesh

Come round there make

A paigon stressed

One day chilling

With daisy switch that brazy

Whipping that food no gravy

Smoking that cali

Don't smoke that hazy

It's crazy

Chilling with a ting called Maisey

Praise me

Man get loud don't phase me

Try pop shots

And don't even blaze me

Snow bunny

Wanna have my babies

Dash out the door

Don't care if she hate me

Not on job shotting these packs

But I'm on job shooting this lead

If a man get hit turn red

Ain't come to the yute

Just to talk like threads

Cray if a man get in the head

Don't aim for legs we ain't wasting

Rounds so we aim for necks

If a neek get loud

Gotta keep him in check