[Verse]
Ayy, jump in that bitch, we thrashin'
Speed in the coupe, bitch, we might crash it
I remember sleepin' on that mattress
Now I'm gettin' money, that shit a good habit
We huntin' that boy like a rabbit
Know I'm comin' in crazy, I'm wreckin' the havoc
If that shit is nice, then you know I'ma grab it
Hit that bitch from the back, seen her weave and I grabbed it
I pull that shit off [?], bitch, I let it blow
Like a mo'fuckin' nerd, I can't even calculate how much money I got, all the dough
I walk in the club and everybody know my name, boy, you not gettin' in at the door
Unloadin' the magazines, we gon' hit that lil' boy in his body, watch him on the floor
Walk in the function and my name is somethin' that еverybody gotta know, uh
If a nigga wanna run up on me, we gon' havе to let that fucker go
I got some white bitches in my DMs, had to cut 'em off, don't fuck with the snow
Know niggas gon' plot on me, so I gotta watch my back, stayin' on my toes
If a nigga wan' run up then he finna die
Gonna put that lil' boy in a pack, in the sky
That lil' boy a potato, he finna get fried
Hit his house, I don't care if that mama gon' die
Like a bird, know them bullets, yeah, they finna fly
No niggas are better than me, they can try
Don't fuck with the rules, I always defy
You said I'm not hard? Well, that shit is a lie
I got a lil' bag, I'm like, "Fuck it"
Can't fuck with these niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus
Know it's on me, but just know I'ma tuck it
We're gonna make that lil' boy kick the bucket
I need 10K, what the fuck is a budget?
Balling on niggas like I'm on the Nuggets
Don't wanna talk, no, I won't discuss it
I told my parents, "I'm sorry for cussin'," not playin', lil' nigga
If you run up on me you finna get got, we gon' run in that spot with that mo'fuckin' Glock
He think he a hero, we'll turn that lil' boy into a martyr the way that he finna get shot
The Glock in my hand, that shit got extendo magazines, and that shit came with a red dot
Niggas wan' see me fall, they don't wan' see me rise up, but they know I'ma go to the top
I really mean what I say
I come on these beats and I don't come to play
Bitch, I feel like I'm Tay-K, might do the race
I was rollin' this blunt, take this shit to the face
And that boy think he hard? Well, that boy a disgrace
Let me go get the fire, I'ma spray it like mace
Every song a home run, I'ma head to the plate
Keep that Draco on me, I'm not talkin' bout Drake
Got ten racks on my body, put that in a safe
Keep my name in your mouth 'cause I love all the hate, bitch
[?] that boy need some tape
I never sleep, bitch, I'm stayin' up late
I'm livin' good, know my crib got a gate
Still the same nigga, no, I cannot change, bitch
Ayy, jump in that bitch, we thrashin'
Speed in the coupe, bitch, we might crash it
I remember sleepin' on that mattress
Now I'm gettin' money, that shit a good habit
We huntin' that boy like a rabbit
Know I'm comin' in crazy, I'm wreckin' the havoc
If that shit is nice, then you know I'ma grab it
Hit that bitch from the back, seen her weave and I grabbed it
I pull that shit off [?], bitch, I let it blow
Like a mo'fuckin' nerd, I can't even calculate how much money I got, all the dough
I walk in the club and everybody know my name, boy, you not gettin' in at the door
Unloadin' the magazines, we gon' hit that lil' boy in his body, watch him on the floor
Walk in the function and my name is somethin' that еverybody gotta know, uh
If a nigga wanna run up on me, we gon' havе to let that fucker go
I got some white bitches in my DMs, had to cut 'em off, don't fuck with the snow
Know niggas gon' plot on me, so I gotta watch my back, stayin' on my toes
If a nigga wan' run up then he finna die
Gonna put that lil' boy in a pack, in the sky
That lil' boy a potato, he finna get fried
Hit his house, I don't care if that mama gon' die
Like a bird, know them bullets, yeah, they finna fly
No niggas are better than me, they can try
Don't fuck with the rules, I always defy
You said I'm not hard? Well, that shit is a lie
I got a lil' bag, I'm like, "Fuck it"
Can't fuck with these niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus
Know it's on me, but just know I'ma tuck it
We're gonna make that lil' boy kick the bucket
I need 10K, what the fuck is a budget?
Balling on niggas like I'm on the Nuggets
Don't wanna talk, no, I won't discuss it
I told my parents, "I'm sorry for cussin'," not playin', lil' nigga
If you run up on me you finna get got, we gon' run in that spot with that mo'fuckin' Glock
He think he a hero, we'll turn that lil' boy into a martyr the way that he finna get shot
The Glock in my hand, that shit got extendo magazines, and that shit came with a red dot
Niggas wan' see me fall, they don't wan' see me rise up, but they know I'ma go to the top
I really mean what I say
I come on these beats and I don't come to play
Bitch, I feel like I'm Tay-K, might do the race
I was rollin' this blunt, take this shit to the face
And that boy think he hard? Well, that boy a disgrace
Let me go get the fire, I'ma spray it like mace
Every song a home run, I'ma head to the plate
Keep that Draco on me, I'm not talkin' bout Drake
Got ten racks on my body, put that in a safe
Keep my name in your mouth 'cause I love all the hate, bitch
[?] that boy need some tape
I never sleep, bitch, I'm stayin' up late
I'm livin' good, know my crib got a gate
Still the same nigga, no, I cannot change, bitch
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