F*ck tens I f*ck fifties Hop in the Benz Come f*ck with me I got the friends If you got the whiskey Everything past tense When you at a buck fifty Even with liquor lenses I don't f*ck with nipsey So let's skip shady dens Baby you looking sickly Playing pretend But we moving quickly Now let's make amends I'm moving in big leagues Class I never did attend As a kid chewing Wrigleys Smoking weed reaching zen Shits green like fig leaves But I know when I'm in the den That y'all gonna miss me This the thoughts Whenever the blunt hits me The rest oughta Be a part of history Cause I'm out lost Catching the canaries The thoughts getting scary Situation is getting hairy So often they try to rope and chair me But I'm dancing round the fairies Hoping they treat me fairly But they only do it barely I had to stop seeing squarely You posting fake ass reels All I see is snakes and eels F*ck tens I f*ck fifties Hop in the Benz Come f*ck with me I got the friends If you got the whiskey Everything past tense When you at a buck fifty Baby let's move past then And skip to getting busy Stop all the acting Cause my cup getting fizzy Don't do no slacking You'll be gone like Iggy Now f*ck all the yacking And come f*ck with me