Armed lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy

[Pre-Verse]
Yeah you can smell it, don't touch it
I'm smoking on McDonald nuggets
We came up from sh*t, it was rugged
Everybody around me was hustlin'
So I had to go get me some money
b*tch I told you I came up from nothing
b*tch I told you I came up from, hol' up...

[Verse: Lil 2z]
20 racks and I'm still eating Rudy's
You get caught, you ain't get it from 2z
All this sh*t I went through, really moved me
n*gga shut up, you n*ggas can't fool me
And I noticed the f*ck sh*t these n*ggas be doin', but I just be playing it cordial (Playing it cordial)
When you finally make it up out of that jungle you know, you ain't coming out normal (You ain't coming out normal)
I got a thing for these big booty b*tches, and I got a thing for them cougars (Ayy, ayy)
5 minutes before I'm nutting, I'm already calling a Uber (Haha)
My b*tch got a dump, Rasputia (It's fat)
You ain't got no balls, you neutered
n*ggas talkin that sh*t I just mute 'em
They gon' do they lil thing on computers
I don't care how loud you yelling on the mic
Lil buddy, That sh*t ain't gonna make you realer (Uh-huh)
I keep this Glock at my waist, I don't pull this b*tch out, every time I got to take me a picture
My momma said "baby your ass a lil crazy"
Before I was rapping, these n*ggas was hating
Found me some sun, when it got a lil shady
They pass me the ball, and I drained it, McGrady
First came the clouds, then came the rain
2z won't di*k ride to get him some fame
They said, "damn, that's a goddamn shame
You’re one of the coldest in the goddamn game"
I was on Lake June, sleeping at Tonya's
Pull up to south Dallas to smoke with my mama
I made a few racks, in that ugly ass Honda
Now we fly American, eating lasagna
This b*tch blow like a whistle
Like 2z what's coaching
You stay on your ten, cause that's what you supposed to do
But When you stand down, real n*ggas notice you
My b*tch always b*tching, like b*tch I'm so over you

[Outro]
Pshh
Ha
b*tch I'm so over you
Ha
Ay