Are you with the Lonche Company?

Yeah.

Uh.

Hey, bitch, I swear to God a million dollars look as lovely as Rihanna.

Ain't no love in hip-hop.

You not tell me I'm not walking.

We ain't letting shit slide.

Spot him, baca, then he drop it.

And of course I'm fucking Russell.

Why you ask me for a tunnel?

Ain't no nigga with me starving.

If I got it, then he got it.

Put my bread, I split the profit.

Bitch, you knowin' that I'm solid.

Street credit on a thousand from the top.

To the bottom on my side Bitches jealous cause I'm gonna leave my baby mama I talked to Drake on the phone He couldn't sign me

He said, I'm too damn fat and I'm too damn chotter.

So from that day on, every track, I'm a slaughter.

And I swear I hurt my pride because that's one of my favorites.

I swear to God, I put nobody else above you.

Fuck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo.

Tell you that I see you in the morning, how I thug you.

They not ignore that fish smell because I love you.

really a threat, then we gonna hit.

Now I'm talking about no fucking conversation when I sit him down.

We put our money where them bitches round.

This not Friday, I'm not crazy.

I'm not gonna put my bookie down.

I'm a man without it.

Rose line, nigga.

Mama had us out in public housing.

Don't call my phone about no beef.

Bitch, this ain't McDonald's.

My mama still live out in the...

Apartments, I got bigger problems.

I swear to God, I put nobody else above you.

Fuck all your friends behind your back, I'm off them drugs, boo.

Tell you that I see you in the morning, how I thug you.

Ain't nothing north that fish smell because I love you.

I'm the new Big Papa, don't need Diddy to vouch.

Bubba told me one thing, nobody shit in the drought Fuck a nigga, baby, mama, leave my kids on the couch Before I fuck black China, stick my dick in the couch

Kidnap your favorite bitch and throw her baby off the ledge You wanna hear the last nigga that tried to play me cause he dead And all my fans pay for me, I'm kinda crazy in the head

couple pictures with a baby in a bag.

My brother terrorized the whole city.

That's my brother, though.

Don't give him.

Fuck, who you robbing?

Slide us on another note.

Pay for a real?

Boy, you crazy.

I'll be punching those.

I always get my heart broken in the end because I'll be touching hoes.

Bitch, I've been pressured.

Draco wouldn't be big stepping.

Don't fuck on none of my exes, cause them bitches big extra.

Beds think I'm moving weight, fuck no, I bitch press it.

Null a bitch say I'm retired, and all I bet, I bet special.

If they printing, I'ma get it, work a job or whip a chick.

Feds hit mama house, but I was gone.

This ain't no fiction.

Pray they hit my knees.

Enchiladas, they don't come and get me.

Going out like Cannon Stalks.

You rap, bitch.

She just wrote Tammy.

Oh, God.

Let's have some fucking fun.

My mama found my gun in high school.

I bought another one.

My daddy mad.

I said he smoked crack in one of my songs.

But I don't give a fuck.

You let another nigga raise your son.

Billy Bentayga, lunch cook.

paper fuck a bitch in the booty while I'm bumping bitch staples niggas snitching like it's cool niggas know that shit flagrant dog stab me in my back shit

The niggas been hatin'.

I ain't lost.

Man, please.

Get up on my left, or you can't hold me down like that.

Andy, love and hip hop, this shit flop.

Don't have no plan C. I had all my kids, bitch.

I don't do no plan Bs.

Fuck me.

All I got is rap.

I don't got no plant bees.

Huh, bitch, I don't do no plan B. Fuck you mean lunch crew, niggas?

One deep, nigga.

There's no plan B's.

Rap my only job.

And don't do no plan B's.