B**h I am who I am because I get it

Thinking that he want smoke boy you Tripping

I keep like a warmer Cause B**h I be Feeling

I came up from nothing I had to go get it

Wait baby like slow down

And I hang with young Savages Low Down

And I'm turning up baby let's go now

Rock out my baby I scream roll up four Now

We ain't talking no more I be blocking shit

Keep me a Milly In case we got to rock this b**h

Ain't got no time to talk I be dropping shit

You need Fetty Because I got a lot of it

We ain't cuffing these bitches ain't loving them

We just f**g them bitches then Slutting them

When I'm done I pass her to my brother them

When I'm when I'm done I pass her to my son and them

I ain't stopping till I get a million, Might fly down to Atlanta just to hit Lenox

I ain't talking bout dice but I'm winning

Them numbers Pop up On the chart and they printed

I'm a go and chase mine I'm a get it

Talking bad about Me you Pretending

I ain't perfect but baby I ain't Slipping

I Done Ran that Shit up in Ripped Tennis

Real life Rockstar, See them lights i'm a blow off the cop car

I be hearing they said that it's not hard

Got to hype all around like a

Popstar, B**h i'm a rockstar

Turn me up i'm a make sure they rock off

Lifted of chronic, I'm faded of Wockhart

Because niggas they really be bitches they not hard

And I'm really proud of myself I done got far

Pour a four up In a soda

I'm just glad I'm getting Gratchi

And they know that they can't stop me I get hotter then Wassabi

Brodie geeked up off them Millys he put shit up in his body

And that Glock hang out his pocket

He be Trying to catch a body

Got that heat on hotter than the Sauna

And we got the sticks Ain't nobody going harm us

And we got the bomb on the gas like Osama

Hopping out them black trucks with them Glocks like Obama

Thuggin in the trenches chrome heart straight violence

You dumb as shit you think I'm lacking keep a rocket

Jump up out your body i'm a spark you like a socket

My youngin geeking off the Molly they a pop it

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Youngin geeking off the Molly they a pop it

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Youngin geeking off the Molly they a pop it

I'm addicted to cash that's my fetish

We ain't playing around this shit get hectic

You like bad but I'm making it better, When I come around your b**h she get wetter

I ain't making calls so I ain't texting b**h, B**h I been busy running up this cheddar

I don't wan to see you because girl I can't be Yours

When I'm done take her straight to the Dior

And I get it I see how you looking I got to keep my distance because you on some other Shit

I might let my dogs fight like I'm Michael Vick

But I won't let him kill him on some Viking shit

Try to run down in this paint and I'm Pipping shit

Know I come with my bag on my back on my Hiking shit

I might tuck the b**h no I won't wife the b**h

I won't care on that b**h on my Viper Shit

I be feeling like I'm Tray Young I be Balling in Atlanta

I be hanging with some Savages pour a four inside they Fanta

Put These Drugs up in my body then the Smoke it take advantage

And I'm feeling like Lebron I'm on the Court let's take advantage

Put a Thirty to my shit and that b**h turned into a dancer

I been thugging since I was in pampers

About to blow now

When I get it you know that I go down

I bet that they know now

Bet that they know now

If you saying it's pressure it go down

And they love how I'm wavy, I flow now

Screaming free all the bros in the chains down the road now

And the gang we too litty A flame it won't go out

And I keep switching up, all these lanes Im a blow out

I'm a starter and I'm in a game ain't go out

And I'm on the field i'm a put on a show now

Baby let me switch it I be digging when I'm in it I'm a give it to you all night, all day

I been really praying for a minute I been walking through the rain because I keep hearing It's going to be okay

N**a get to talking out his neck

Try to Run and catch a body then my my man he shot him straight up in his face

Told the lor B**h not to play

Get out my way baby I need my space