[Verse 1]
I’m not a dufflebag boy but a suitcase man
With documents inside to make you some grams
Have sex with hot ladies who got big cans
? murder ?
Quick forty large, got forty scars
Got it in ?, spit forty bars
For all of those who likes to talk shit a lot
Come around the block ? with rock
Yo, no scene ? hold ?
Eyesight of an eagle, so keen
By no means, get money like Goldsteins
Grown men no teams, slow death like old fiends
Bitch rappers on my ass like old jeans
With no seam, knock em out like codeine
So when I’m touring the first in space
? Edo will surely determine
If you dudes think I’m pissing play gynaecologist and check me
Right handed niggas get slapped lefty
Cash is the reason I ? what I’m poetic to
I’m bad to the skeletal, my beef is inedible
Singer in Special Teamz down to wreck your dreams
? can’t hit it with morphine
From Boston to Berlin the cash dispersed
Count out my Euros or get laid out like astroturf
You can drive me driving a Lak with tires that’s flat
Open bottle on the lap and I’m wide on yak
I owe bookies out the ass, ask Ivan and Pat
They blowing up my phone but I never dial em back
I hit the liquor store dwelling like a loaded whirlwind
? a tour now they tell me we gonna go to Berlin
I got the rum up in the cup and the soda swirling
I’m a fat fuck rubbing the promoter’s girlfriend
They call me red light jizzle when the semen hit you
Laser-guided, one button launch a penis missile
You pussy ? put the shoes on, I seen them fit you
I’m immune to certain German hoes fiending shnitzel
Turkish broads blowing cock like a tootsie pop
Outside of the kibab spot (C’mere, bitch)
Tastes like chicken, smells like beef
But truly is rat, half white half black
What type of mouli is that?
Jaysaun, ahead of my home wherever I roam
Fifty euros for a fuck and suck, thirty for dome
