Huh
Man, f*ck y'all n*gga, haha, straight up
F*ck y'all n*gga, huh (?)
Won't walk around with my head down, why?
I promise I'ma be the trillest one until I die
F*ck you n*ggas, bye, all I need is God
And it's whatever b*tch, and you can see in my eyes
I ride solo on a thing that be up in my ride
It's my .45, watch it glide on the chrome tires
Smiling in my face and falling took my place
Backstabbers, hold up a minute, wait
And you probably got guns, probably got cake
But let me tell you something, f*cking with me ain't safe
Trust, I won't play 'bout that, the gangster stuff, I stay 'bout that
No fiction here, I'm statin' facts and all I got to say 'bout that is
Smiling in my face, f*ck y'all n*gga
I know they wanna take my place
But I don't say what up y'all n*ggas
'Cause I don't really trust y'all n*ggas
I'm feeling like, f*ck y'all n*gga (f*ck y'all n*gga)
Man, f*ck y'all n*gga (f*ck y'all n*gga, look, look)
F*ck you, f*ck you with no rubber
Big long di*k it's been a long ass struggle
After all that hustling and all that trouble
After all those lawyers, we spent all that money
And we still all Gucci, yup, all of us
I got a lot of haters, long as my n*ggas love me
Judgement, hit Instagram and try and hurt ya boy
F*ck it, make sure you (?)
I go purp bizzare, you know how I are
Quarter million dollar car, I am not a star
And that's just how I feel, and you know what it is
I'ma tell you to your face when I'll see you man
Smiling in my face, f*ck y'all n*gga
I know they wanna take my place
But I don't say what up y'all n*ggas
'Cause I don't really trust y'all n*ggas
I'm feeling like, f*ck y'all n*gga (f*ck y'all n*gga)
Man, f*ck y'all n*gga (f*ck y'all n*gga, f*ck, look)
If the fed all talking to you then I might be
You ain't gotta like me and you don't want to fight me
But I don't got too old for that
Disrespect me and I will knock you your soul for that
Hoes for that, throwing slams and be so good here like
Man, I put my thing up on your pearly whites
You heard this, you heard that, you probably heard like
A million things, you better make sure that you heard right
Like I'ma have a throne 'til I'm dead and gone
And my bread still on, God, you heard wrong
I'm still riding on chrome, get my swerve on
So get off my di*k, b*tch, and go play with your cell phone
Smiling in my face, f*ck y'all n*gga
I know they wanna take my place
But I don't say what up y'all n*ggas
'Cause I don't really trust y'all n*ggas
I'm feeling like, f*ck y'all n*gga (f*ck y'all n*gga)
Man, f*ck y'all n*gga (f*ck y'all n*gga)
F*ck y'all n*gga