Ayye nigga I feeling myself on this beat Beat a nigga out of teeth To squash some beef Yk I’m a fucking a thief Yk I’m a fucking pouring up codine An I smoke weed Made that nigga pee when walk past Nigga think ima blast Yk I’m well classed But I’ll still send a nigga to the past But I surpassed the past Because I’m going fast 160 on the dash But bought the whip in straight cash wit some hash Wit a bad bitch in the back Wit a rack While I’m selling that pack of that gas My bitch got real ass Shit Got some mass Got to surpass, All theses rappers phony untell the after math They call me a psychopath The way I go brazy I ain’t fucking crazy Shoot a drake like I’m in the navy Bitch fuck yo baby Yo a cry baby’s Stole yo shit on the daily An I stole yo lady Nigga you acting shady Finna let this chopppa go brazy Ion need to tho cuz your fucking laze nigga Fucking torturing niggas Fucking Harboring Niggas Fucking offering nigga I’m a real nigga Wit real triggas Wit some heavy liquor Bitch thicka then a snicka Ima hell cat Whippa Still pimpen wit yo bitch nigga Wit ruler clip on my hip Wit a zip Shooting blicks Shoot a nigga some tricks Bitch I got bricks Ain’t talking building tho Killing nigga on the low Pour some mo Wit some Coke Chilling wit my folks Y’all nigga hoax’s An y’all Nigga gross I’m diagnose wit being a real nigga Said that shit twice gotta relapse gotta rewind On that time I homeless Chilling at homies crib Trying to get rich In the ditch Trying to make a pinch of selling bricks An I was hitting some licks An I fucking yo bitch Wit my switch Going blitz reaking havoc Bitch I’m savage Not 21 but I’ll do some damage Shoot a nigga like it average Unlike my gpa I was skipping school about every day Hang wit my nigga I’m board day Getting that papA I’m a real bag chasha Yo bitch a go getta You a clout chasa Shoot you wit blaza Wit my blazers Turn you into a racea Wit lasera No eye contact shoot you in my ford ranga Wait a lil later Because I’m blazing up Wit 40 tunked Finna be untouched Rubbing off the paint like tay k Free my nigga tho Selling pack on the low Bitch I’m ceo Ain’t got no ego Chilling wit primo Real dough You a foe I thought you known Lower your tone Wasn’t you asking for a loan ? Ain’t you grown