I can't even lie pussy niggas is my weakness
Shut it up before we get your ass for treason
Run the streets late night yeah I'm mama favorite heathen
Crash out come back I know she tired of the sequence
I just brought a sack home I ain't do it for no reason
Bro record a song and then I'm mad he don't release it
Commentating on the game but I don't see where niggas seated
I heard niggas say my name swear to god he won't repeat it
How you deal with death?
Shit my brother is the reaper
Niggas act tough down deep they Queen Latifah
I'm on the south side posted up like Caresha
He never heard a shot just some onomatopoeia
Pussy ass nigga I would really hate to be ya
See ya drip from head to toe check the sequins
My niggas know ethics not how to get even
They wanna spin they don't care 'bout the season
Niggas getting tested like a mic check All that false claiming I'm surprised he ain't die yet
I ain't satisfied with the lies I ain't high yet
She ain't satisfied with the lies she ain't cry yet
I can't listen to them raps cause they monotone
I was in the stu cooking up heat with Flame Corleone
She trying to recall my songs that don't turn me on
The way these bitches niggas act they need a golden globe
I treat the stu just like a trap you better not call my phone
Brodie keep a forty but I ain't Drake and this ain't OVO
My family don't even know me so how you know me hoe?
I'm finna scam all you niggas like Lil Romeo
I just pulled up hella clean like a germaphobe
Running from my problems don't know where the f*ck I'm gonna go
I know wherever I go shit I'm finna blow
And wherever ya hoe go she still a hoe