Aerosol

I want all you motherfuckers here to jump for me, jump for me

All my enemies are gonna hide from me, run from me

I wish all the money could be nun to me, nun to me

All the realest people gonna jump for me, jump for me

Route em out, when you got a plan to get us out the house

Root em out, gonna pick up all my people off the ground

Route em out, when you find a way to stay without a doubt

Root em out, closest homie knowing how to trap a mouse

Tryna play the game, you getting sick of it, sick of it

Told her, bend it over, told her suck on it, spit on it