| Flexing done turned a nigga savage, I swear I don’t give a fuck about shit now |
| My bitch do everything for me, I don’t even give a fuck about my bitch now |
| Got a couple labels calling my phone, so I’m 'finna hit the block with a whole |
| brick now |
| Make shorty 'nem get down with the get-downs |
| Stand up for his homie, make his ass sit down! |
| Shorty I got clout, know you better watch your mouth |
| Cause I got a couple hitters out south |
| That’ll pop up at a nigga crib |
| And they already in |
| Like they got a set of keys to your house |
| Got a couple hoes — thick and pretty as fuck |
| That’ll set a nigga up, for a little bit of nothing |
| And they ain’t even got a problem with you fucking |
| After the job done, niggas want they money |
| Real life, definition of savage |
| Steal a nigga life like he had want me to have it |
| Your bitch wanna' fuck cause she not that your average designer logos be on all |
| of my fabrics |
| But I’ma go crazy on all of these tracks |
| And her crump in her face, while she calling me back |
| If I don’t answer, she gonna keep calling me back |
| Texting me like — why you never follow me back? |
| They keep calling me this, they keep calling me that |
| But I don’t give a fuck what a hater got to say about me! |
| They let me out on papers, got bond money on deck |
| So the county, won’t get a day up out me |
| I got shorties trying to put in work for me |
| That’s like ten, eleven years old |
| I never expected this, I used to give them dollars when they were like seven |
| years old |
| Now they bad ass asking me for poles |
| They know every word to all of my songs |
| Unknown numbers calling my phone, I ain’t trying to talk, leave me alone! |
| Knowing me I’m in the pole where it’s cold |
| Really on the road somewhere doing shows! |
| You can catch me on the mag with the moes |
| Posted on Sunnyside with some hoes |
| But I’m on Lawrence Ave, where them folks be at |
| Why you looking for me? Hoe you know where we at! |
| Not from over there, but you over there, don’t got caught somewhere, |
| you ain’t supposed to be at! |
| If you hanging with them, we gonna let it be that |
| Why you taking pictures where you never be that? |
| Gotta keep that bitch on us, wherever we at |
| If you scared go to church where the reverend be at! |
| And I ain’t scared, nigga |
| How I be lacking if I ain’t dead, nigga? |
| I’ll put a quarter pound on your head, nigga |
| Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, nigga |
| One so dead nigga |
| I’m the man, nigga |
| I can’t stand niggas |
| I used to do the hits, now I’m paying niggas |
| 60−30 I got caught again |
| But I keep that bitch on me just cause I can |
| And I ain’t scared, nigga |
| How I be lacking if I ain’t dead, nigga? |
| I’ll put a quarter pound on your head, nigga |
| Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, nigga |
| One so dead nigga |
| I’m the man, nigga |
| I can’t stand niggas |
| I used to do the hits, now I’m paying niggas |
| 60−30 I got caught again |
| But I keep that bitch on me just cause I can |
| Fuck a friend, I keep Spazz with me |
| Cause I know my little brother gonna blast with me |
| If you want he’ll go get on your ass for me |
| Keep me gun, and some weed, and some gas with me |
| Fuck a bitch nigga, and his bitch nigga |
| Gino wet him up, he address niggas |
| Tried to set me up, but you missed nigga |
| I’m from the pole where it’s colder than «Briss», nigga! |
| It’s «The Fucking Guys,» in my fucking eyes |
| Be this way till the day I go fucking blind |
| Gotta couple forties, gotta couple nines |
| Gave 'em to my shorties |
| Show 'em where to find all the ops at |
| Pop that, never mind where the cops at? |
| My gat it’ll knock a nigga block back |
| Fuck that, y’all know where the thots at? |
| You gon' fuck around wit them fuck arounds |
| You gon' fuck around and get fucked around |
| Keep the thirties I just need a couple rounds |
| Head shots got a nigga ducking down |
| Red dots got a nigga sFace shots make a nigga look |
| I be going hard, got these niggas hooks |
| Spitting only bars like a nigga book |
| Me and B-U Double riding in a foreign flying past niggas that act like we don’t |
| know 'em |
| They say we won’t make it, broski, we gonna show up on they ass, |
| niggas ain’t got nothing for 'em |
| They say when I come through I’ll be with something that’ll cook a nigga like |
| I’m George Forman |
| Nina Sarafina that’s my little bitch |
| She’ll do your whole clique |
| I keep that bitch horny, ah! |