Yeah i got everybody through

And i was roger island if you know you know

Below

Yeah you won't touch

Somebody better tell them how you let me

I won't hear about none of your business

Ain't no glock involved my mind

So if i see me chilling in the park

Talk on the nut

I make my thoughts going flat as hard

Real stuff he got six souls

He a creature project

Every day he don't get no

He tryna leave some

Know what happened about four nine

When you bleed

Cuffing up my broke when it's on the teeth

All the rest i'm robbing all the robbers

I'm real trap stuff from vulture island

Alright

Don't move wrong

In this b**h i've been the same

I write the way you swinging strange

You think you lost

I write the track

Whole stuff sound like a fighter

Alright

I'm cheating with my name

Right on side me alright

Yeah yeah

Lot of money lot of cars lot of key yeah

Talking take his head clean off yeah yeah

Molly molly yeah yeah

Molly water yeah yeah yeah yeah

We harder

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Get it get it yeah shake that

Aye bleed how i bleed

I'm used to putting on their knees

She tryna throw a sign and throw a v

Throw a v alright you try to boston

Alright

I'm getting to that cheddar to that cheese

To that cheese

Did a ten piece in the feds like he a chicken

Cover my face after we i don't

Kiss her and tell the truth

I'm just a product of the trenches

Say yeah yeah

I spent a thousand on these sweats on me

Won't take them off

I spent a thousand and on this

I think i'm gonna f**k around the paper

And hoodie

Calls me a bag yeah

I put a fence in my lap in my lap yeah

I'm coming straight from out the check

From out the check yeah

A piece cost twenty eight eight

He played it to leave

I'm music i'm used

I'm so i'm so tryna touch the case

Make that don't clap

Make that ass clap

Make that ass clap

Make that b**h the remix

I might trip out on my first

Till you can't follow me

It's go hunt

Don't know she really for the streets

Ain't too much rapping ain't no posting

That's my type of beef

You ready to try this then die with it

That's fine with me

Alright

Lost it all before and went got it back

Alright

I got a record deal but i'm still getting act

I write them young two drills

Inside a stolen track house

Alright

If you ain't got no cash is your fault

Real god

She get on her knees i answer all her prayers

He a fraud

I can go back to the block if all else fails

Real sharp

Big homie been taught me how to be a player

New house got an elevator

Come from gambling on

The stairs pack in eighty six

So much money for real niggas

Don't back order really

On some hundred m's a year

I just act normal

Really wanna show 'em how i feel

But i just let it be young

Keep a pole but she don't strip

She with the lot of know to keep it close

Cause they can't f**k with me

Youngest on the bottom of the gun

I keep a buck on me

Yeah yeah

She won't win no oh with no rubber on

Yeah yeah

I'mma pay whatever get my brother home

Yeah yeah

We got all these guns and ain't no one on one

Yeah yeah we gonna call

I am a n**a wanna come

Make that ass clap

Make that ass clap

Make that ass clap

Make that ass creep