| Stay safe, fully loaded choppa, nigga I’m eating steak
|
| All you hoes snakes in the grass, I got to cut my shit
|
| You was ridin' with me on the bus, now you talkin' shit
|
| Never been a lame, that’s on my mama, yeah they know my name
|
| Taylor Blood way before Cuban, yeah I been the same
|
| That’s when I was beatin' little bitches, now I’m getting dough
|
| Yeah, so this tech gotta greet you hoe
|
| Only see me out if I’m gettin' paid for a show
|
| Bands in my pocket, not on my head, cuz you hoes broke
|
| Bitches wanna fight, ain’t got no life, get yo mind right
|
| Bitch get out yo feelings talkin' hard like a fuckin' dyke
|
| Man this shit so easy I be doin' it while I’m sleepy
|
| Poppin' pills gettin' geeky
|
| Never been a sellout, get a shoot I go to BelAir
|
| 40 with the dick, so you know my shit stand out
|
| Bad yellow bitch, I ain’t neva got no handouts
|
| Say they on my head, they ain’t drop shit
|
| Ratchet ass weave, that’s a mopstick
|
| Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit
|
| Steady screamin' fuck the opps bitch
|
| Fuck a opp bitch, you a broke bitch
|
| You ain’t got shit, you ain’t doin' shit
|
| You ain’t hittin' licks
|
| You ain’t gettin' rich, you a sad bitch
|
| On the gram, you a mad bitch
|
| If I see you you a target
|
| You and that retarded bitch, I’ll spit on you with them dirty shoes
|
| Yeah bitch, yo nigga always fuckin' choose
|
| I be with killers, they ain’t got shit to lose
|
| Fake ass rappin' bitch, you be buyin' views
|
| Slide down with them poles, have you on the news
|
| Playin' crazy, playin' roles have you on the news
|
| Heard you tellin' on yo niggas, why they wearin' blues?
|
| Never told a soul, I been countin' blues
|
| Say they on my head, they ain’t drop shit
|
| Ratchet ass weave, that’s a mopstick
|
| Have my nigga at yo crib on some hot shit
|
| Steady screamin' fuck the opps bitch |