| haha uh |
| Yeah, uh |
| Yeah, Yo |
| Bear with a nigga man, |
| Gotta a little head cold, ya know? |
| I’ll still kill it nigga |
| Show y’all niggas how it do, |
| Real Quick, |
| Uh. |
| You know what they say, |
| The window to the soul is in the eyes, |
| So disrespect a nigga, I will close a nigga blind, |
| Yeah who can hold us? Super focused |
| Shoot them hoes with the super soakers, |
| I got 'em so wet, fuck that, more wet, |
| I’m Hennessy drinking |
| Wonder what my enemies' thinking, |
| Nervous? nigga, please. |
| I’m finna be caking with dough- |
| So much bread, its like a nigga be baking. |
| Walk thats so cold, this shit will need blankets, |
| Money coming soon, tell my niggas be patient. |
| We gonna replace those whips with some sicker ones, |
| We gonna erase them chicks for some thicker ones. |
| Hit and run, bigger funds, |
| But still can’t forget to pour liquor, |
| As I reminisce on them niggas that couldn’t come. |
| Rest in peace, can’t control another man’s destiny, |
| So I do what’s best for me. |
| I know you think niggas well, ain’t no test to me. |
| On my plate is a meal, ain’t no recipe- for that, |
| Some nigga chill on the tech, no speak, blaaat, |
| Some niggas will put your chest to feet |
| I’m talking reckless. |
| What you expect nigga, I’m flexing, |
| Y’all dyslexic, got a nigga twisted. |
| Never shot a nigga, I don’t gotta get convicted, |
| Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted. |
| What up then? Niggas ain’t saying nothing? Shut up then! |
| Wouldn’t last a minute in the city I grew up in. |
| Where I got my swag, cool as the breeze is, |
| Chip on my shoulder, I walk like I’m Jesus. |
| About that paper, we could give a fuck if you believe us, |
| Looking for model divas that barely speak English, |
| Fuck 'em while we rich, cuz when we broke, they gonna leave us, |
| We earn stripes, looking like zebras, |
| Y’all looking like Adidas. |
| We do it for the streets, cuz they need us, |
| Got beef? Come meet us. |
| Ok I thought so, |
| Y’all niggas are so mad cuz I floss so bad on bitches, |
| And with this stroke, I’m Picasso, |
| Niggas told me good afaso, |
| Now she yelling out God so much, thought I had her singing gospel. |
| Shit, shout out to my apostle, |
| Shit, you know me, nicest nigga in the south, |
| Yea you can quote me! |
| Wooo Shit! |
| haha |
| Ooooh Shit, mother fucker! |
| hahaha |
| Oohh Shit, |
| And I’m sick bitch, holla at me! |
| You know! |
| Fuck boy! |