Wrestlemania

Now look, I don't got nothin' to say to ya Fuck nigga, you can lay down wrestlemania

I walk in your shit, put the K to ya ,niggas, be sweet, bakery ,macadamia

Uh, I'm really pourin' the Henny, say you got a problem, I'm lovin' the Benji

Uh, and I'm really scrapin' the surface, I might take your bitch and I took her to Wendy

Wipe his nose like a cold, I be feelin' like Ghost, you know how my niggas'll go

Bro gon behead em he said he a ghost, thirties on forties, don't gotta reload

Every day I don't wake up, I think about cash, I tell My lil Brody don't crash

When I still on the track, I be feelin' like Mosey, no gleeshy, only get the pokey

Bro would slime a nigga cause he nosy, in your lobby feel like Mr. Mosey

You should've knew to call me Mr. O.D., diamonds always shinin' on the rolly