Confidential lyrics

[Intro]
(Andre, run it up)

[Verse]
Can't keep rappin' about murders and bodies, gotta keep that confidential
Pull up, BP truck with a hundred somethin' plus, I'm ridin' presidential
Police tryna indict for all the sh*t I be sayin' on these instrumentals (f*ck)
I wanna kill the opps so bad, I ain't have no car, I'll spin out a rental, uh (Grrah)
Uh, dear baby Lord, I'm a sinner
n*gga keep beatin' his b*tch, he mad at me 'cause she wanna be with a winner
n*gga ain't got no money, she ain't been eatin', it look like her waist got slimmer
She wanna be my Ms., I just wanna f*ck, I don't wanna be her Mr.
I don't trust none of these n*ggas, when you come around me, don't get on the phone to whisper
Know you can die for a caption or likin' they status, last n*gga died for a picture (Grrah)
Catch me a n*gga in traffic and I'll get active, it's hard to control my temper
You can't tote that gun, if you ain't caught one, what the f*ck you gon' do with a pistol?
Alright, uh, I told AC let me out
'Member one time I was blowin' this b*tch so fast, I shot my window out (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
We got the drop to his crib, I ain't shootin' up sh*t, I'ma wait 'til his ass come out (Uh-huh)
How many times he dissed my dog, that's how many times he gettin' shot in the mouth
I ain't no regular rapper, I love to spin, n*gga, we drill for real
I ain't just puttin' this gangster sh*t on beats, we really kill for real
Before I wave my flag or truck my tail, n*gga, I get in the field
Before I do a drill, let me tuck my chain, n*gga, I'm worth some M's (Grrah)
Caught the curb in the big-body Range Rover truck, almost flattened the wheel
n*gga ain't spilled no blood or stepped on sh*t, I really know how that feel (Uh-huh)
n*gga be comin' on hits just to act like a b*tch, n*gga be actin' like steel
Lil' bro killed that dumb-ass n*gga on camera, replayin' that sh*t like a Reel (Haha)
I know a n*gga got shot in his face, uh, left like Emmett Till (Rrah)
Told these n*ggas I was gon' get rich in the future, n*gga, I felt like Phil
Before I started doin' this rapping and caught me a buzz, I ain't know nothing but kill (Rrah)
I can go do me a drill and function sober, other n*ggas need a pill (b*tch-ass n*ggas)
Alright, uh, catch a hat, give me a thrill
Murder for hire, I'm droppin' the bag on opps, I'm tryna get n*ggas killed (Uh-huh)
It's finna be a whole lotta blood and brains all over the place, shouldn't've gave me a deal
f*ck the feds and the DEA, I heard them crackers on my heels
Jump in the V and catch you a B with me, I'ma show you my murder skills (Uh-huh)
Tryna put the people in the smoke, when I get his lo', I'ma show him we purge for real
Tryna di*k ride for views and post my songs, he don't even know the words for real
First time blowin' the chopper, lil' bruh was shaking, I told him to hold it still
n*ggas done postin' they block, they know I'll pull up fast, they know I will
Pull up, ff, blast, left on his ass, kept shootin', that's an overkill
I don't be stuntin' these n*ggas when they talk that sh*t, these n*ggas be hoes for real
n*ggas punch holes in the walls when they get mad, I put holes in opps for real (Rrah)