Ritual

Aye, what

Stack my paper like you wish you could

Got my money laid out, lookin' like a ritual

Nigga touch me yeah I wish you would

9 mili hit you in your chest hard as Tyson could

Mr. Polar, Mr. Hollywood

Got your bitch posin' on my dick like a mourning hood

I wake and bake, she take the morning wood

Yeah, I hit that in pajamas, you can miss me with the drama

And I put that on my mama

I ain't blowing, no Osama