This beat no got no melody beat got no key
I be f*cking yo hoe but i keep it lowkey
She like my style got designer on me
Come with that bag if you want you a feat
All of my niggas they sliding for me
All of my niggas they riding for me
He ran up on me, he thought i was phoney
Man f*ck that lil nigga he died in a week
Like damn i had to my run up my paper
I count by myself i dont use calculators
F*ck on that hoe then ill see that bitch later
She f*ck with me cause she know you a hater
Bitch im lowkey i fly under the radar
Lightning bolt diamonds my diamonds got lazers
Choppa cut niggas ain talking no razor
That bitch with u too then i might gotta blaze her
Call up my shooter i know he gon blast
A nigga try me den my foot up his ass
Police behind me you know that im trippin aint pressing no brakes boy you know ima smash
Ion like school i be late to the class
She throwing her neck cause her pussy was trash
Im finna take off yeah im finna go blast
Keep my shooter with me i aint going out bad
Im talking my shit dont mind it
Made a couple of racks off rhymin
Dont try me nigga you dying
He say dat he lookin come find me
And i aint never need cosigning
You a bitch lil boy ima lion
Big dawg you a pup, when its up bitch its stuck, niggas know how the gang be riding
And why all these niggas like talking to feds
I find out you snitching dats off with yo head
Running this shit they should cut of my legs
Im rolling up gas while im popping a med
A nigga touch me den they shoot up his place
For a hunnid my youngin ah take off his face
Lets talk about bitches, lets talk about cake
Got used to shoeboxes i dont need a safe