Media Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
They praying on my downfall 'cause I'm popping
I can get any b*tch I want, I got options
I don't trust a soul, n*ggas be on that opp sh*t
Run up on me wrong, n*gga get hit with that chopstick
See some twins, I want both of y'all, I don't gotta choose
Gucci on my belt n*gga, spikes in my shoes
These Balmains b*tch, these are not Trues
I remember you ain't wanna f*ck with me in school
Now I done came up, b*tch I'm the man
If you coming over, make sure you bring your friends
'Cause the gang tryna get it in, white girl off them xans
Damn if that's your b*tch then why she calling me again?
I don't care about your lames, I don't need no f*cking friends
I just need the gang, pray to God we don't change
n*gga think it's fun and games 'til he lose his brains
Hell nah you can't hang with the gang, you a lame
'Cause where your ass was at when I was beggin' for some change?
b*tch I was homeless, yeah I had to do my thing
Came up out Detroit but I still stayed the same
Hating ass hoes always speaking on my name
Keep my name out your mouth, you just tryna get clout
If you suck it real good I might have to shout you out
I ain't tryna hear excuses, I done turned ruthless
After we get done f*cking, hurry up and call your Uber
I ain't worried about no b*tch, I'm too focused on that bag
Have you ever seen five hundred thousand in cash?
They say I fell off, I just take that sh*t and laugh
Only thing fell off was my love, not the bag
Smoke so many trees, I look Asian
b*tch you too basic, don't touch me, you dusty
You might get a pic if you lucky, your boyfriend look musty, b*tch
[Outro]
f*ck you hatin' ass n*ggas
All you wanna be rapping ass n*ggas
Lame ass n*ggas tryna get clout, f*ck you n*ggas
Keep my f*cking name out your mouth
Lil bitty b*tches