you want it I got it!

I get it from the jump out here climbing to the top Fuck niggas keep away from my violence non stop Silent on the block because my name b rings bells When the shit goes down who else can I tel Straight from the back to the mother fucking front I’m too quick to attack with a gat and a pump in the trap I’m the plug supplying drugs you owe me cash mother fucker I say time to pay up You want it I got it I got em buying my product Lois vitton Michael kors fendi gucci and Prada Christian Dior I want more Ralph Lauren polo horses galore my shits poppin My shit hits the stores I’m selling out with out a doubt now I’m pouring it on like I forgot your shits boring Driving down the court scoring more points than that nigga Mike Jordan soaring from the foul line to dunk on you niggas I said it twice to remind you what’s up with me nigga I punish with pistols replenish stashes with nothing but crystals I hunger for bigger and better hundreds and fifties All you busters are getting nothing but hustled for sheezy I crush you it’s easy to fuck you up I’m sleazy Flowing breezy and everybody knows me I go crazy I’m throwed and so amazing too cold the way he made me with the mind of a poet they broke the mold when they made me I let it go and act brazy but