(Verse 1)
They say the good die young, well I'm a bad ass
Never had a 9-5 I needed fast cash
Don't try to cross me, I'll kill you n*ggas, dead ass
And when I smoke your favourite rapper with his dead ass
Last year I bought a beemer just to crash that
sh*t it was a CPN, the streets can have that
Look, I got your b*tch testing molly like a lab rat
Get out your body and it's bombs over Baghdad
2K16, made 30k off itunes
They like "that boy showing his ass like a baboon"
Smiley (swipe?) everything, we don't buy rooms
Roof (crisp?) get a steak and (cracked/cried?) fried (ragu?)
I'm a stand up dude
Glock 30 it's my (rule?)
We make it do what it do
Your man is a fool, pop him like balloons
Took your girl to the room
I got her naked she nude
Eating on her pus*y like food
f*ck her and send her back to dude
To finish I swear it cost a rack
I got that b*tch outta sack
All of you n*ggas talk smack
I (?) got the mack
And b*tch I'm sippin that tech
You lie and say you sippin Act
You run up on me you get wet
pus*y boy that's a fact
Applying pressure, never let up
n*gga talking crazy hit em with that metal
Got (?) like the devil
Double cups like I'm a rebel
Pull up on him with that hammer
Watch them n*ggas start running
30 shots in that clip, n*ggas know how I'm bummin