#OURCREW #HARD #MRMIYAKI #FLOWING #AGGRESSIVE #BARS #FREESTYLE I fuck that bitch in my room Talkin' that shit til' I come through with choppas I'm killin' him and killin' you, huh All of my niggas get cash, uh Run up on me then you lose, uh All these bitches finna choose, yeah All these bitches finna choose me She say she ain't tryna suck, bitch (What) Lil' bitch you finna lose me (Uhh) I get that money and I get that coochie I swear I rock Louis and Gucci, Run up on me then my clip like a movie I shoot at your shit like a groupie, uh Hoes in my dick and they swallow my kids 'Cause they know I'm the man and I'm with it, hey Ballin' I feel like a champion Come through with Gucci all over my fit, uh Hoes in my dick and they fuck, uh Told you I don't give a fuck, uh Run up on me you get fucked up (Fucked up, Fucked up) Lil' nigga I don't give a fuck, uh All of my niggas get cash, what? Stack that shit up that's a must, yeah Run up on me then I bust, yeah In my Glock 9 I'ma trust, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuckin' on a bitch cause I want to (Come here) Kick that lil' bitch like some kung-fu (Come here) Cook all that crack like it's kung-pow (Wet) Hit a motherfucker with a combo, huh Servin' that shit like cilantro, damn I got your bitch in my condo, uh I got your bitch in my condo, damn Fuckin' that bitch it ain't nothing (Come here) You run up on me then with shotties I'm bussin', hey I just been counting my money I stack it and flip it I'm counting them hundreds, hey I may pull up in a Hummer, I'm drummin' I'm fuckin' my nina she cumin (Yeah, Yeah) Fuckin' that nina she cumin', I'm balling like Westbrook of OKC Thunder, hey Shit on that boy like a plunger, hey (What else) Run up on me then I'm dumpin' (What else) The police lookin' but your body in dumpster, yeah Niggas be talkin' that shit, but they never make money they just make assumptions, Yeah, hold up, wait, wait Uh, bitch on my dick and she suckin' I swear that she fuckin' it really ain't nothing Feelin' like Kobe, I'm getting these buckets Fuckin' your girl when she leave I'm like fuck it Call her a Uber, I leave the house with a Ruger I cannot fuck with a loser Your bitch a chooser I met that lil' bitch at Hooters Grabbing all over her Hooters Don't fuck with school So they calling me Ferris Bueller She ridin' me like a Mula I may pull up in that Rari' you hearing that motor Run up on me then it's over I got that Glock on my hip, bitch you know you got motives I know these haters got motives I feel like I am a terrorist, I am explosive Glock on my hip, it's reloadin', hey Bitch on my dick and she fuck me I met her on a first date Suck me on the first date, uh I run this shit like a Relay Usain Bolt bitch I came in first place I blow your candles ouT Glock on my hip and I caught his ass like ain't no birthday, He talkin' shit tilL I ran on his house and I killed his ass right in his birthplace,