We're at the casino, nigga. A$AP. Mr. Pistol Popper. Blocko locked and loaded. Life's a bitch and she pussy popped. Know why? Cause I got her open. That pussy soakin'. Fuck is you promotin'? You claim you rage, you hate it like you live in Oakland. I'm a rap town niggas with a roof bag. Introduce you niggas to the new swag. Niggas say a nigga pull up too fast. Fuck I'm so stupid on this new ass. Fuck I'm so stupid on this new cash. Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls. All I ever do is let my juice sag. Pop gone, but the juice back. Get your popcorn, juice, snacks. It's a movie, nigga, with a new cash. Get the news flash, get the truth back. This is boom back, mixed with new rap. Look at all the niggas that I blew past. Hope I add to the du-rag. Nigga, make way for the new jacks. Yeah. Uh. Uh. Uh. It's Mr. Pistol Popper. Screamin' fuck a copper. I just bought a crispy chopper. Finna fuck your blocker, blocker. Even crack the paper. That's for niggas hatin'. I been impatiently waitin'. To show you niggas hatin'. All this talk of Illuminati. All the crew about me. Bitch, I'm trill, Illuminati. And got my crew behind me. Shooters round me. Keep them nuders round me. Keep a tool around me. And to keep you fools around me. Couple of them dudes around me. Where the gat, where the strap, in the backpack? When they cat-cat, leave you flat, better bag back. On the fast track, where the tack? Nigga, that's that. Nigga, pass that. Finna ask, finna hash out. Then she ask where the cash at. I see dead people. I need dead people. Lord, pretty flacko bitch. I be hatin' people. Nail and kiss the ring. All hail the king. Long live the king. Put that on everything. Yeah. Yeah. Alright. He said. Yeah. Leave his love. All around me. Leave his love.