We on
Nah, we on
Ay, let me pop my shit
Hold on
I said let me pop my shit
Ay, let me pop my shit
I said let me pop my shit
Pop shit like Tank Davis
Shout out to the greatest
Shout out my old lady
I'm the one who's showing love
These f*ck niggas be hating
I can't bet nothing on these niggas
Might let me down like Devin Haney
My bitch ghetto and bougie I can't f*ck no hoe that's basic
I don't care about if them niggas wasn't f*cking with me
That shit don't change it
I stay running on that road
Feet to the pavement
I don't f*ck with loose lips
Scrape up every dollar
I can't leave behind no loose chips
Need them green, pink, and blue strips
Eat this beat up like a fresh cooked steak from Ruth Chris
I just sat back for a minute
But on the gang
Bitch, I do this
You can check the CAT scan
None of that hoe shit in my backbone
Look dead in his eyes
And I can tell when he got that cap on
You can keep that money
I ain't rapping on your rap song
Can't count me out
Talk shit like Cam Newton
When that flash on
If this rap shit don't work out
Might take this shirt off
Put that mask on
And it's safe to say that they pussy
Niggas walk around with a pad on