don’t want u round me acting like no hoe U posed to be my bro Thuggin hard from the shoulders I’ll still slang Bitch yk im on grind Iain tryna waste no time Beat a Nigga senseless might be facing time stupid ahh committing crimes want a hoe bad as J dimes Cheifing booku dope Don’t try to keep up drank up in my cup Hawked that boy down Beat em out his chucks And I ain’t talking wagon Now y’all looking like some ducks I’m jus chilling counting up these bucks look like she got ran through bout 10 trucks Gotta put my mama in a mansion Tired of her spazzing out Having temper tantrums Nobody wanna see u win Not even ya kin Try to live everyday without committing a sin Let that za go inna wind If a nigga ever played yk I stood on all ten Boy u bet not run up swear to god u gone get done up If u a killer u woulda slide fa yo brother We did em dirty did em bad nd i put that on my mama What’s wrong with this world Everybody fulla drama I’m too busy counting up Comma after comma Dude mad I fucked his baby mama Word round town that Lil nigga a runna I ain’t talking gunna but I wanna kill u fa the fun of Yea the fun of it Like I’m money making Mitch I can have any bitch Smoke blunts and get rich Quit playing on my top before u end up in a ditch Why u acting like a bitch Coulda jus ask me nicely I ain’t know u was tryna get rich yo sister said u was a snitch Talm bout u a killer He must thought this was Michael Jackson thriller - [ ] - [ ]