(Loesoe goin' crazy)
Haha, yeah
I got you so fascinated, wow
Yeah (Ayy) , hey

Woke up hungry, I might steal yo' plate for real, dawg
Call me Marmaduke, 'cause in the field, I'm a big dog
In the trenches sippin' Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain't get it your momma, boy, that's fentanyl
I been stackin' green, slime shit, like iguana
Blue Now or Later's, man, they match my persona
Big Redd, bitch, I choose death over designer
In a Maybach truck
where the seats gon' massage ya (Yeah, yeah)

Get up and get thеm racks, get up and get them plaquеs
Get up to feed my cats, get up and get in my bag
I'ma defeat my past
I'm in the Trackhawk racin' the devil (Yeah, yeah)
I put my foot on the gas
I put my foot on they ass (Yeah, yeah)
My grandma got us like Shiva
plaques like a Beatle, straight to the point like a needle
Soar in the sky like a seagull
rockin' EVISU, used to rock 'Merican Eagle
Play with them drums, they lethal
them bullets eat you, preyin' on you and your people
King of the jungle, bitch, I'm a lion
no dog, you pussy niggas is frogs
Hoppin' down the damn street
bullets knockin' at your damn teeth
Knock a fuck nigga out like some Goddamn DMT
I just smoke a damn pound now I'm Goddamn seein' things
I just poured up some 'Tussin now I'm Goddamn seein' dreams

Woke up hungry, I might steal yo' plate for real, dawg
Call me Marmaduke, 'cause in the field, I'm a big dog
In the trenches, sippin' Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain't get it your momma, boy, that's fentanyl
I been stackin' green, slime shit, like iguana
Blue Now or Later's, man, they match my persona
Big Redd, bitch, I choose death over designer
In a Maybach truck
where the seats gon' massage ya (Yeah, yeah)

I got some Rick Owens (Loesoe goin' crazy)
I'm on my way to the West
with a thot, but I gotta go pick up some Trojans
Balenciaga on top of my body
I remember I couldn't afford it
My pockets fat like Rasputia
but hell nah, nigga, I couldn't be Norbit
I fill the Raw with some opp pack
then I put it into orbit, yeah
I fill my cup with you mortgage, yeah
I heard that boy gettin' extorted
I need a crib in the forest
Put a M on my [?] , need a Maybach truck and a Urus
I told that ho she could be mine
but she really thought I was serious
I need the bread, need a muhfuckin' loaf (Yeah)
I woke up feelin' New York
and I went into Rick and I bought everything
inside the store
These niggas all in my comments
they all on my dick and I swear they be doin' the most
She took a molly and I took a xan'
wit my cup we floatin' right off of the floor, fuck it
might as well sip on some more

Woke up hungry, I might steal yo' plate for real, dawg
Call me Marmaduke, 'cause in the field, I'm a big dog
In the trenches, sippin' Molly water, lockjaw
If you ain't get it your momma, boy, that's fentanyl
I been stackin' green, slime shit, like iguana
Blue Now or Later's, man, they match my persona
Big Redd, bitch, I choose death over designer
In a Maybach truck
where the seats gon' massage ya (Yeah, yeah)