Yo, lucky shit, chunky neck, Rocky wrist, rolling through Poppy shit on the hood now shit ain’t all good trying to shake a pack of wood. Find a horn and pack a good. All I hear when I run up Venice on a monkey. My banana chunky, pop it in the yapper, squeeze until that bitch spunk. No fluff on the cake. All diamond, pearl flakes. I got the keys to success with the music. Fuck the Yeezy racist things. Niggas box me out when I brought them in. Niggas ask you out when you own. And if you ever try to count a nigga pocket.