(Hook)
These n*ggas be fakin they say they want smoke
f*ck round and run up get sh*t in yo throat
Don’t pick yo gun up unless u gone blow
Yea just like yo mamma lil boy u a hoe
Shot at that n*gga act like Ian know
I’m stacking figures way more than before
I’m gettin bigger I swear I’m gone blow
I can’t f*ck wit these n*ggas i stay in my zone
(Verse 1)
I’m goin up like a rocket
n*ggas be talkin I told him to stop it
Before I get hot and I draw down and pop him
I just wan hit the mall and go shoppin
I just want Louis voutton on my boxers
Trynna go buy a new car for my mamma
Finna go get me personal driver
Crack the window smoke a blunt on the highway
He flexin on a post n*gga grow up
Said he want smoke hit the dope make him throw up
Micro Draco make a n*gga blow up
I can’t save no hoe no I ain’t heroic
Hoppin on the beat no melody I just be flowin
Choppa hit his feet it got a pus*y n*gga rollin
Ian trynna beef I’m trynna get a n*gga gone
Leave it in the streets it ain’t no talkin on the phone
I can do sh*t on my own lil n*gga
Run up on me get you blown lil n*gga
Kick the door down to yo home lil n*gga
Spend a check and get you gone lol n*gga
Upped it on you then you froze lil n*gga
40 bussin leave you dozed lil n*gga
Imma spin once then reload it n*gga
Money thick I can not fold it n*gga
pus*y n*gga you a hoe lil n*gga
Bullets trippin through yo cloths lil n*gga
All my n*ggas really on it n*gga
Stick beside me while I’m rollin n*gga
Better get behind me when I’m blowin n*gga
Finna catch a body in these forces n*gga
Pull up Maza Roddy I got horses n*gga
All the pus*y n*ggas get extorted n*gga
(HOOK)
These n*ggas be fakin they say they want smoke
f*ck round and run up get sh*t in yo throat
Don’t pick yo gun up unless u gone blow
Yea just like yo mamma lil boy u a hoe
Shot at that n*gga act like Ian know
I’m stacking figures way more than before
I’m gettin bigger I swear I’m gone blow
I can’t f*ck wit these n*ggas i stay in my zone
(Verse 2)
I’m just like hold up wait b*tch just shut up
You did Ightt but ya sis did better
Take a quick pick post it on Twitter
f*ck a t-shirt I’ll put the n*gga on a sweater
If the car reverse up the fye then pull the lever
Put him in a hearse I’m shootin first I never let up
Ion give a f*ck about it if it ain’t my cheddar
Ion got no trust everybody out to get ya
What the f*ck u even sayin nun lil n*gga
I told u I wasn’t even playin wit n*ggas
Pull up hop out and I’m spraing on n*ggas
I up the shotty get to bangin on n*ggas
From the bottom f*ck a basement lil n*gga
That Money drive a n*gga crazy my n*gga
f*ck a knife We got like 8 of them pistols
We pullin up it ain’t no savin the n*ggas
(b*tch)