Intro lyrics

[Intro]
Hah
n*gga say he want that
I can't, yeah
b*tch
Yeah
Look

[Verse]
Six Ward Savage hit my line, so let's lock in
Beat a n*gga ass, then stomped him out in my Top Tens
Just bought a six of purp from my uncle, it was not thin
My ex won a case for 80K, but she is not rich
f*cked my girl's sister, I ain't gon' lie, I am not sh*t
I got the keys to this rap game, b*tch, I'm a locksmith
My new b*tch ain't got no ass at all, but my pop thick
The feds tried to crack down on the gang, but they ain't stop sh*t
I be pourin' drank in the club, bae, I don't pop Cris'
Doggy tried to take the soft over, boy, you is not Chris
Young n*gga tried to steal my sauce, boy, you is not it
I hit his girl twice, then hand that b*tch to the block list
b*tch, now I'm back focused
K shell hit him in his chest, it left his back open
Left the weed alone for a minute, but now I'm back smokin'
Ghost brought that new AR out and left the back on it
Told girly get off my di*k, but she hopped back on it
Break it down, hit the dog twice, then put my tax on it
Took this sh*t to Daisy Lane, had Los put his stamp on it
Came back to the Six with them bands and did my dance on it
New b*tch actin' insecure 'cause all her friends want me
f*cked that b*tch off an RP, got her prayin' for me
Scratched off in the RT, that b*tch had Ram on it
Bro bought a plain jane AP and bust the band on it
Ho, I got a drank habit
Sip all my lean out a glass, boy, I hate plastic
Dog had ten pints of green, he think he Saint Patrick
I just talk my sh*t on these beats, boy, I hate rappin'
Bro caught a body last summer in a Bape jacket
'Bows in like, like A Lee hands, them b*tches stay ashy
Uncle Craig, he a Chaldean, so he don't pay taxes
In the game like EA Sports, but I don't play Madden