These niggas bitches, cap like they with it, Just take a look in his eyes you can tell

Sliding with twin glocks, one got a 30, one got a drum call em' kenan and kel

Slide through his windows, waving this b**h like hello way it sing you would think it's Adele

Package get shipped just touchdown in the mail

This shit some pressure you don't got to smell

These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails

Say he a demon we bringing him hell

Choppa gon sing like it's Petti LaBelle

Talk down on my name Then we ringing his bell

Say i'm facing shit you can't even inhale

Keep it a hundred don't know how to feel

Throw brody the work

And I'm catching them sales

And if he run up on me i'm shooting for real

And I gotta monster space jam

Bro hit a lick and they caught him on face cam

Ain't no ovo when the drake dance

He don't want smoke like he wearing a face mask

No call of duty the drac got a sight

His b**h keep on calling she tryna get pipe

I'm sliding for bro if it's wrong or it's right

When love in the mix i don't know wrong or right

Can't talk on the net you not bout what you speak

Plug just gave me a Q got it off in a week

I can't talk to that b**h all the time she a geek like

B**h just keep it discrete

Say i hit you once and i'm saying my peace

These internet niggas keep talking on tweets

Roll up like some weed at his door like a reef

Shooter M.I.A he got aim like a heat

Uh

Niggas keep faking can't keep shit real

I guess the don't know how it feel

Say i'm calling plays but ain't been in the field

Bro touchdown the pack he should play NFl

I don't know her name but she still let me feel

F**d on her friend but she still let me kill

But i told you these niggas not real

The way that they breaking the code need to crack me a seal

These niggas bitches, cap like they with it, Just take a look in his eyes you can tell

Sliding with twin glocks, one got a 30, one got a drum call em' kenan and kel

Slide through his windows, waving this b**h like hello way it sing you would think it's Adele

Package get shipped just touchdown in the mail

This shit some pressure you don't got to smell

These bitches dubs so i'm rolling nails

Say he a demon we bringing him hell

Choppa gon sing like it's Petti LaBelle

Talk down on my name Then we ringing his bell