What's up to me

You see me sneaking with this glock

Better not say nothing

Shit don't tell a boyfriend I'm a play cousin

Twenty hours on that road still I ain't nothing

Driving through them quiet towns I can't play nothing

Every time It costs behind me I'm a star sweater

Right foot up on the gas I'm a star presser

I don't care who wanna beat b**h It's our session

Tryna take a n**a paper like this

Sorry messes It's a beam on every gun

Who you run from

Chopper leaving brain dead

He a dum dum he ain't never got no cash here bum bum

It's In that money for us but they don't want no

Hey spark that up make that metal work

Keep on popping

It's a metal purse

He ain't got no pass we can't let him serve

Shot two of his tires

We gonna let him swerve

Back to the city now my bag up

Yeah I'm always In the rental

It's a fast one life

If I spot a op I ain't pass one baby

Claiming they my eyes but they ain't bag nothing

You see me

Sneaking with this glock better not say nothing

She don't tell her boyfriend I'm her play cousin

Twenty hours on that road still like ain't nothing

Driving through them quiet towns I can't play nothing

Every time the cops behind me I'm a star swaying

Right foot up on the gas I'm a start pressing

I don't care who wanna be b**h It's our session

Make a n**a paper like bizarre message

I can't unfaith I gotta shoot this forty clip

Foreign whip get a n**a roof lift

Fat lake ruth chris walking near ruthless

Looking at us funny cause my top shot a toothless

I can't cut no slack I be tripping hard

Chopstick get them open quick like a christmas car

A r same down size as a kin of garden

Hold on b**h play me up a romance

To put your heart or I've been

And the kids are sweating like a slave

N**a counting all my chicken boy your b**h

We on my page n**a

Security had to put your baby mama off the stage n**a

Young niggas little scrap at first option

Them cage n**a

Hold on It's the east side

Ain't It came In this b**h like the beehive In It

Chopper my kid know I keep my baby

Pull It on your kids drop a n**a with his baby

She be sneaking with this glock better not say nothing

She gonna tell her boyfriend I'm her play cousin

Twenty hours on that road still I ain't nothing

Driving through them quiet towns I can't play nothing

Every time the cops behind me I'm a star sweater

Right foot up on the gas I'm a star press

I don't care who wanna be b**h It's our session

Tryna take a n**a paper like this art missingyeah