[ Featuring st3mm ]
(Like you ain't know)
They all want me for my shit, bitch, I'm steady, run it up
I've been posted in my crib, I'm a slayer in the cut
They've been talkin' on my name, I've been smokin' indica
People- People, they fake kickin', they don't even f*ck with you
I've been chillin' in my layer, I been f*ckin' smokin' runts
Now I'm sick and tired of faking, they've been coming up with stunts
I'ma knock you off yo' ass like I carry double pumps
We gon' jugg up all yo' money, we gon' run away with clumps
Everybody who be bitchin', no, we really not the same
No, I wake up truly blessed so I'm thankful everyday
Y'all too busy being pressed, y'all too busy throwing shade
All of- All of you are imbeciles and you'll never be saved
Bitch, we f*cked up in the spot, smokin' on that loud pack
I been getting hella paper, I been getting hella racks
Yo' bitch wylin on my dick, suckin' on my large sack
Boy, you don't know who you talkin' to, you better stay in tact
Run us up, bitch, you know we been chasing for that fame
Bitch, I'm kickin' it with Stem, I can't kick it with no lames
Spittin' fire on this track and next tune will be the same
Yo' girl slobbing on my tip like a f*cking candy cane
He want smoke? He can come and get it, fill him up with LED (Holiday season)
Why you talkin' down on me, like, dude, is you sped?
You be moving hella slow, yo' mom dropped you on yo'-
I- I- I'on talk back to the hate, they'll never be in my head
