No Chorus lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith produced it

[Verse]
Goons coming n*ggas hatin on me but them goons coming
Trap jumping got my eyes running I done sold another
Police chasin for me for first degree now that’s a cold runnin
n*ggas scared lookin at a n*gga liked they owed something
Matter a fact who are you ayy let me hold something
Who is this, this n*gga a b*tch I might expose something
I don’t f*ck with you or your b*tch because she stole something
The way you b*tch playin with my balls you think she drove something
Drove something so damn clean I know you seen a G
On the block shout out to them Gwalas on the B.A.B
Choppas fired at a n*gga neck like a Jesus Piece
The streets been waiting on me like Im the upcoming Jesus week
Jesus week so Merry Christmas
I be with Tay Keith he the f*ckin hitta
Call my bullets scissors by the way they split ya
Rainbow ass n*gga I smash ya skittle
These n*ggas fake and I don’t trust them
b*tches great but I don’t love them
Burn they face and them I shove them
Always put money above them
n*ggas slow but y’all loved her
She a hoe but you gone cuff her
Imma fighter not a lover
So if you run on me then you in trouble
Call up lil double he gone bring these packs in
Most of these n*ggas be actin
They ain't bout this action
Momma told me boy you better do your f*cking best
You better have an A or B on your f*ckin test, so I did that
Money on my mind gotta get that
n*ggas whack that’s why I aim choppers at they filly hat
Fill you up with shells turn your ass to a taco shell
n*gga ran up on me, step back I shoot like Jarrett Jack
Big stacks your b*tch eating me like a kit-kat
Pockets fact spread number 20s where my dollars at
n*ggas gotta problem mask up ayy where them choppas at
Bangers in this place make a pus*y n*gga have a heart attack