Speaking on my brother, I'll have you kidnapped
Robbed a fat white kid out his Xbox
And I took his baseball bat
I dropped sixty, man that's facts
Bad backing, parallel parking
Money headie got to knocking
Double fetty, man the money
Man, money ain't a problem
I'll have you kidnapped and send a photo to my brother
Your little bitch get kidnapped
Get back, get your shit snatched
She was posting on her Snapchat
Nigga if you're getting all those racks
Don't let that shit change you
You the same nigga posting pics
Aw, shit, diamonds real icy
Grind shit on the fucking road
No, I don't be on the fucking lows
Cause you know I'm on the fucking road
I don't do fucking trolls
Icy, bitch, my heart cold
Nigga thought he had one up on me
Bitch, I'm standing ten toes
Mazzy G, Marie V, tell them when we're on the road
Catch me under bridges in the sticks, I'm hunting for some trolls
Bigger than your britches, why you switch and then you hit the road
Little finger itchy with the tricky, Mazzy let them know
Figure out, get busy, you could miss me in a cloud of snow
Figure out, it's sticky when it's misty, I'm allowed to go
Fillers and some middies, you will miss me when I'm on a roll
Times are getting tough enough
They saw I wasn't rough and gruff
I went and set some precedents
They said I'm on to bigger stuff
I'm burrowed in, a resident
Big sibling what my presence is, I never have to preface this
We're kidnapping all your emphasis
Kinetic tags, sleeping bags
Been napping on your premises
We want you to remember this
Cause Mazzy G, Marie V, and Daark are sending messages