Ransom lyrics

[Chorus]
I just been chasin' a sack, got the whole gang on my back, gang gang
Please do not diss in your raps, get your lil stupid ass clapped, bang bang
Got your lil b*tch in my trap, hittin' that ass from the back, ayy ayy
I just be spittin' the facts, never put nothin' on wax, nah nah
I just been runnin' that sack up, this thirty is only for back-up
To you I may just be a rapper, to the streets I am really a factor
I heard that you runnin' that sack up, I might have to hold up for ransom
b*tches on me 'cause I'm handsome, give me top, make 'em vanish

[Verse]
All my b*tches got standards
Super fleek, got 'em staring
Catch me driving a McLaren
Super fast 'cause Lu dared me
All these n*ggas be scary
All these b*tches wanna marry me
Hundred bands what I'm carrying
Let it lay in the bed with me
Growin' up poled up
Said the gang took you down, n*gga so what?
Told my n*ggas stay down 'til we blow up
Now we got the whole north pole showed up
Duttydo on the Benz, doin' donuts
Say the word, he'll leave a n*gga soulless
Put some bands on your head, that's a bonus
Have bro keep the dough if you're holding
I'm smokin' that poison, oak
Swear to God I feel chosen, whoa
Please don't take it personal
When I say I don't f*ck with y'all
I don't wanna do no verse at all
On the track I'm so versatile
I don't even gotta rehearse at all
'Cause this sh*t come so natural
Actually, n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, this sh*t ain't nothin' to me
Matter of fact, you n*ggas suckers to me, you can't get nothin' from me
Remember them nights when it wasn't nothin' to eat, stomach rumbling, no sleep
Now I got bread, n*ggas want somethin' from me, but it ain't nothin' for free
Every lil thing gotta come at a fee
Booked for a show that's a quarter a key
Pay for a verse, that's a two and a split
Just want a course, that's a cutie of green
Shotty in here of a deuce of the lean
Free Savage Sheen, he be ten off the beans
Might catch a body and flee from the scene
If I get caught I don't know what I seen
If I get caught I don't know not a thing
This forty cal got a beam
It's tucked off in my jeans
I'll up this b*tch with ease
I'll up this b*tch, let it squeeze
These n*ggas rats with no cheese
I got your b*tch on her knees
She suck me 'til she can't breathe
So don't try to check for me, I cannot give you the recipe, that'd be the death of me
b*tches be testin' me, Glock-23 make 'em rest in peace, that is for thinkin' you preppin' me
Dear father God I just wanna say thank you for blessin' me, million times mama stressin' me
Like son you special, just wanna say thank you for telling me, 'cause it made me a better me
b*tch I'm spittin' methamphetamine
Savage Dawgg, got the pedigree
I got plug In Cabrini Green
I got plug in the Evergreens
Baby you ain't never met a king
I can show you how to be a queen
I can show you how to be a star
Have your face on a magazine, right right