I take grapes and cold mix it with light toast, that's what I do, Stratz
I make an ounce of dough with like an eight-fifth of a hundred product, Stratz
I got a master plan, you know what I'm like, plastic man, Stratz
Fantastic man, I make the money come faster man, yeah
Your favorite bad guy's gone, the joke is dead
So for now until forever you're stuck with the kid
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer
I'm supposed to hold a gun, I'd be stuck in the office
Michael pepped me, I was in the passenger seat
He was comfortable with me round, cause I blasted my heat
Now I'm four, I was trying to catch Mason for bricks and raw
Probably fucked up the jokes, they took Nora's little boy, Stratz
The cocaine, I go hard when the drought comes
When the Stratz come out, some niggas know the outcome
Lay low, stay low, you're Macy Jesus
Your head will stray open, no fucking reason
You bring four bends, it's a blessing you're breathing
It's a miracle, the God gave me his take, now I'm eating
Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale
Cocaine, candy, vein, I'm sold for real, yeah
I take grams of coke, mix it with light toast
That's what I do, Stratz
I make the ounce of dope with like an apatope
Before I'm through, product, Stratz
I got a master, man, they know what I'm like
Plastic man, Stratz
Fantastic man, I make the money come faster man, yeah
I'm the dope man, coke man, smoke man, whatever man
The ex-man, tech man, you better respect man
Get the green triple beam, inf beam, murder scheme
Fiend morphine, dream, codeine, moling
Gun pop, one shot, body drop, wouldn't meet
Telecopter wouldn't meet, you saw me right, wouldn't meet
It's not my emotion, see me, I make a stretch
Getting away, I put a body on my tag
Call me crazy, I'll die for what I stand for
Ammo, flying out the lambo
Like a man, though, nah, like Rambo
I keep my cool as long as the fucking grams, though
Whoopie, whoopie, whoopie, I'm a chef like Ray
It's hot, hey, I'm bout to stove cookin' crack all day
Stratz, we gon' bag up all night
We ain't goin' nowhere till the count bag, right, yeah
I take grams of coke, mix it with light toast
That's what I do, Stratz
I make the ounce of dope with like an apatope
Your fault I'm through, product stretch
I got a master plan, they know who I'm like
A plastic man, Stratz
Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man
Yeah, it's a bird, it's a plane, nor it's pure cocaine
Try and blow, sell and blow, move your fuck with me
I got Spider-Man, I made Batman fly
Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try
I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're tin
Take a round, kid, it's a cold world we're in
If you ask me, my off is extremely handsome
A little jolly, molly, a little bit of Manson, yeah
Me fallin' off is really far-fetched
I turn a little too loud, I make it Stratz
Income to Franklin's, then come to Benji's
Things by the crack house, dirty and dingy, yeah
I take grams of coke, mix it with light toast
That's what I do, Stratz
I'm a nigga, I'm so dope with like a 8-5-10-2-4
I'm through product stretch
I got a master plan, you know what I'm like, plastic man
Stratz
Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man
