I just been tryn' make a way for all my peoples
Gon' get to that pape, as of lately I been runnin round
Laugh my way to the bank, I don't give a f*ck
Bout' who you is, I'm gon' put you up in your place
Police on my ass, I'll do the chase
We ain't gon' leave a motherf*ckin' trace
You come run up on me, them hollow tips
Gon' hit yo ass, get blazed
Get the f*ck up out the way
If you ain't even tryna do the race
Niggas claim that I be timid
Can't even keep up with my pace
I done macked so many times
I swear I can't even be phased, nigga
Hop up out the whip, we gettin' active in these streets
Niggas don't want no static
Red hollows made em' bleed, this shit get real tragic
Hop up out the V, run down on P
Back button on the gen, the 19 knocked em' off his feet
I don't play around with niggas
All I do is bring the heat
All I do is bring the heat
Bad bitch, shakin' ass
I told that bitch, get on your knees
I don't wanna talk and get you rich
A nigga, play with me
Know, I up the K
I got no feelings, on no hoe I up that shit
Nigga, get you gone, you niggas bitches
Dissin' on the net
If that shit get you gone home
Don't f*ck around what you a hoe
If I'm playin' around, you know I get that back
You know how I'm goin, I want it all
Yeah, I say I want it all
He said, want it all
Hop out with a fresh, white tee
Oh, they look at me, I swear they come
Tryn' do some shit to me
This baddy lil' bitch gon' hop on my dick
I'm gon' put her to sleep
The f*ck we on, lil' nigga
Nigga, you's a bitch
Hunnid' bands up off the side
I got a Glock with a switch
Niggas hatin' on the kid
This 33, extended clip
Rip you in yo f*ckin' shit
Pull up to yo f*ckin' block
I'm tryna split your f*ckin' wick
And that's on God, nigga
50 round drum, totin' on my f*ckin' rod nigga
Two bad, bitches
Told brodie throw the lob nigga
Get in with the system
Why you actin' like a fob nigga
Try to get away
You hear that fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, nigga
Free my boy, Shiest
We gon' pop out with them f*ckin' shiesty
Get to the top, bitch
You know I'm tryna get to all f*ckin' pricey
That AP and Plaine Jane
Gon' be on my motherf*ckin' wrist
Shout out that boy, Swervo
He sippin' on Hi-C
Osama, my evil twin
Pop out with a fresh white tee
And some Nike
Hop up in the coupe
I'm tryna swerve the fin
Bout' all my family
Don't take it lightly
You better think
Before you speak
Or you won't ever gon' be speakin' again
Ride round' with my toolie
Modified, blicks, cod call of duty
The shit that'll attract any type of lil' groupie
This baddie, lil' bitch with a big ol' booty
She be on my body
She wanna make a movie
And that's on God, nigga