Tell your bitch stop tagging me or I'ma be at your hoe 20 bowls of reefer I talk to the grower he told me get 40 and I'll get them cheaper My bitch keep telling me she wants to leave me My mama told me it's cheaper to keep her I Got some shit that can go for this here But you can get that it's a little bit cheaper Don't hit me up saying you want to rap with me Stop being cheap and gone get you a feature I can paint pictures this here Mona Lisa I got my stripes like I'm rocking Adidas I got some Haitians they from the Bahamas I call them piranhas them niggas will eat ya We not the same you should stay in ya lane If you leave a stain then them hitters will bleach ya You are a lame you can't play in the game That why you little niggas should stay in the bleachers These niggas so fake but they swear they authentic They so throwed off yea I think they autistic I send them hitters no need for forensics The way they draw down you will think they artistic No hand outs ain't a movement It's a way of living we on some boss shit Fucking on the ceo of the company I got the boss bitch I from Walker Holmes raised in BND Yea my plug told me I get them 3 for 3 Ever since I was a black youngster I been heavy No I'm not CMG Told my hitters dump shots at them pussy niggas As soon as you see em g I know niggas in the industry I ain't got much but still they envy me That why money is the only conversation Otherwise bra ain't no conversating I never was popular But if it's war then I'm popping at populations Yea you know niggas the nominations Don't be mad at me just cause I'm dominating Yea you know RNE that's the label I'm the president and this the inauguration All of you niggas can over hate me Just make sure that you don't underpay me All of you niggas can under rate me But please don't play with them punctuations Nigga don't play with me period Exclamation point shit gone get serious Throwing shots in ya songs You don't say my name then shit I ain't hearing it Cause I'm prolly in traffic with bows with me I'm prolly in traffic with hoes with me Bad boy with some big on my side Shit I feel like the old diddy DMac kilt the beat So it's only right a Mac kill the beat Now I'm pulling out driveway That means I'm back in the streets Now I'm getting on the highway that means I'm back to the East See these diamonds on my neck They dripping like the water boy it's Adam Sandler They say I went and copped a challenger So every day I see a challenger Your bitch say that you can not handle her She love me all cause of my stamina She say you and me ain't no contesting When I fuck her she feel dick in her intestines I'm in her stomach like indigestion Yea she say I'm realer that ain't no question Glock 40 or a 357 I up them bitches like I'm in a western I don't gota sneeze to receive a blessing If you listen close then you'll receive the lesson Yea Young niggas posted up at the stoe You might get robbed but call me knob Cause anytime they see me I'm at the doe Ain't no asking yea they blasting Them young niggas clap fasho Tell ya bitch stop tagging me or ima b at ya hoe 20 bowls of reefer I talk to the grower he told me get 40 and I'll get them cheaper My bitch keep telling me she wants to leave me My mama told me it's cheaper to keep her I Got some shit that can go for this here But you can get that it's a little bit cheaper Don't hit me up saying you want to rap with me Stop being cheap and gone get you a feature I can paint pictures this here Mona Lisa I got my stripes like I'm rocking Adidas I got some Haitians they from the Bahamas I call them piranhas them niggas will eat ya We not the same you should stay in ya lane If you leave a stain then them hitters will bleach ya You are a lame you can't play in the game That why you little niggas should stay in the bleachers

(Lil Rah) (Str8 Barz) (Aye) Fresh off the jet Won't break a sweat You not a threat Want smoke that's a bet You get wet like a pool Kdubb keep a tool Young Koby was with it He had it at school These niggas be hating I swear they be capping You do not want smoke My niggas bout action We stay toolied up yea toat that static Smoking on fossil my nigga Jurassic My niggas make money My niggas like cheaddar Yo bitch on my dick Digging shit like a shovel You want that smoke Then get on my level Nigga you fake Just like yo bezzel I got a play with them killas and robbers I call up Kdubb pouring 4's out the bottle You beef bout' a bitch you can have that lil hoe She gave the brain then I let her go Got a AR with a dick and a scope You don't want smoke bust you head cantaloupe My niggas in the mud they deep Me and bro on the road nine be under the seat I'm making this money Been making them digits My money stack tall Yo shit look like a midget I had a hard life Boy I came from that dirty Now nigha came up I clutch on that 30 Clutch on that 40 I clutch on that pistol I'm squeezing the trigger Until that bitch whistle Look at my Rollie don't tick but it glissle That's how you know that bitch really official Pocket rocket f&n hold a 50 You do not want smoke boy I beef with the city Remember them days I was starving nigga I'm making this money regardless nigga I'm upping I'm hitting my target nigga My pendent gone drop like a faucet nigga I got that rack in my pocket nigga I take yo bitch out no deposits nigga Keep a pistol and it's popping nigga She just wanna fuck panties dropping nigga Panties dropping nigga (Aye aye) Like why is you trying Like why is you lying Stop calling my phone bitch stop all that crying You say you want smoke well my niggas sliding Deep in that mud yea my niggas diving Hit you with shells nigga no reviving My hittas silent But all of them violent So many choppas when we go to war All of my niggas start up choppa riots 45 make a nigga freeze like a statue You got a 22 show me what that do I stay chasing cheese like a rat do Put that ink your skin like a tattoo Young nigga get a pack I'm flip that Shawty super bad make her dance ima tip that Front and back pockets they be filled with them big racks Me and my niggas stay with them whoppers no big macks Good gas smoke that then I relax I be getting so high a nigga can't re-track Catch a opp no gun imma sleep that He fake she fake yea a nigga peeped that Quick lick good bread imma get that Fuck with me that your death don't risk that Oh you wanna cap on me 9 milky split his ass like a kit kat