[Verse 1]
Pocket full of doctor Manhattans, light that gas like I'm fracking
Yea she thought I worship satan she just couldn't spell satan
I say this agents distracting, [?] clothes like a caption
Basic bitches be capping and capping niggas keep rapping
On B.o.B the feds got a dossier, I ain't repping Courvoisier
Got these beats think I'm Dr. Dre, keep the glee like a holiday, yeah
And I ain't hoopin' I got a big ass tech
Like Amare better study Mayan and Toltec
I said I'm solitary ain't no jokers in my deck
Hollywood had them in dresses like these niggas lost a bet
Question? Why my neighborhood oppressed
If I move into your street I make your house a price for less, yeah
My shades on 'cause I'm tearing they ass up
Fifth bottle of the [?] like I swear it's my last cup
I'm from Atlanta you get scammed out your last buck
But these exotic elements my pain is a abstract
Hit her from the back, she like "oh"
I thought I died and went to heaven, she like "no"
Before I hit she gotta fresh shave, potato peel
Head down 'tween her knees, it's a tornado drill
[Bridge]
Drill, drill, drill, yeah, yeah, yeah, drill, yeah
Head down 'tween her knees shit, it's a tornado drill
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