Gang, ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy
I'm on some different shit, you feel me?
Yeah, gang
They like damn boy, you got your own flow, you on some different shit (yeah)
This ho gettin' on my nerves I need a different bitch
I don't wear designer, I be steppin' in some simple shit (on God)
Oh yeah, I'm finna pop my shit like a pimple, bitch
Tell me how you hatin' on a nigga you don't even know (what the fuck?)
Hoes be out here really cap, call 'em Pinnochio
I would never switch up on bro, I'm stickin' to the code (to the code)
Niggas hatin' on my motion, this shit gettin' old
At my first show, I might have your bitch front row (front row)
White bitch look like Elsa, had to let her go (let her go)
I'm really snappin' in this rap, just had to let you know (let you know)
A nigga high but sometimes I be feelin' low (feelin' low)
I'm tryna run that money up, I need my hundreds all in rolls
I'm in Tallahassee, nigga, uh, with the Seminoles
Got a nigga snappin' back to back, I'm really in that mode
Jump inside that Trackhawk and I'ma whip it like some dough (whip it up)
Jump inside that Trackhawk, yeah, you can hear the motor (yeah)
I been kissin' Mary Jane, you can smell the odor
Young, steady gettin' wiser and I'm gettin' older (gettin' older)
I need go and grab a coat, my heart been gettin' colder (gettin' colder)
I'm John Cena in this rap, no, you ain't seein' me
It's a bad white bitch, she come from Tennessee (Tennessee)
I ain't fuckin' with that jit, he ain't no friend of me (no friend of me)
Luh Tyler snappin' on the beat, you feel the energy (energy)
Young nigga raw as fuck, I'm already knowin'
I was talkin' to Luh Nard he told me, "Keep goin'" (oh, yeah, that's gang)
I just jump up on the beat and I just keep flowin'
I been runnin' up a check, the money steady growin' (stack it up)
I been runnin' up a check, I want my money tall (money tall)
I'ma put my nigga on, so now we all ball (we all ball)
On all ten standin' tall, I can never fall (never fall)
A nigga feel like John Wall, I just wanna ball
I be on the paper race, I'm gettin' to the cake (to the cake)
If he ain't on the money chase, then we can't relate (can't relate)
A nigga feel like Frosted Flakes, I been feelin' great (feelin' great)
You won't catch me in the mix, a nigga out the way (out the way)
You can tell a nigga brutal, look into my eyes (in my eyes)
I been kissin' Mary Jane, right now, we in the sky (we in the sky)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, feelin' like that guy
Kick that bitch straight out the spot, tell the ho goodbye
I get dumb on the beat, but I be movin' wise
You can't see me in this rap, it ain't no need to try
Ayy, yeah
It ain't no need to try
Skee
