But who gon rock wit me? Everybody trynna come around Go to the top wit me If I want it nigga Ima get it Ain't no stopping me If I'm in the building, you should know I got a Glock wit me Get put up in box you think bout boxin me They touch one of mine we spin they block and we slide 20 deep Slidin srt doin 180 better watch yo feet Run up on em like I was a fan and it's a meet and greet I show no remorse to the enemies Gelato 33 mix it wit runtz now I look Japanese I hate broke bitches stay away No u ain't in my league How am I gon miss em This a 40 and I got a beam I can't give u nothing, if I ain't received Keep starin at my neck, you try sum Get put up on tee I been loosing all friends lately and been finding peace You know that am I Steve's baby You See it on my piece You ain't gettin money, you buy quarter p's I just want my bitch to bring it home, I need a 20 piece Lately I ain't been answering my phone, don't really wanna speak If me and gang get caught up on the road, I bet not no one speak

You said that you'd never hurt me Be the band-aid when I bleed But I guess that that band-aid was all made of paper 'Cause you never stuck to me And you say that you conquered the lion Without even tryin' But she only gets stronger She only bites harder and I only die fighting You can run, you can run But you know that I know just what you've done You can run, you can run But save those words for one on one So when the lights go down And the sun hits ground You should know that I won't back down (I'll be waitin' for you) Knuckles out And the guard in my mouth When you're hungry for the next round (I'll be waitin' for you) Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin' for you Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin' for you Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Yeah, don't take things too personal But you made shit personal Talkin' 'bout my bad habits Man, fuck my bad habits Don't act like you got none You can run, you can run But you know that I know just what you've done You can run, you can run But save those words for one on one So when the lights go down And the sun hits ground You should know that I won't back down (I'll be waitin' for you) Knuckles out And the guard in my mouth When you're hungry for the next round (I'll be waitin' for you) Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin' for you Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin' for you Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Got my name in your mouth Forgive me when I knock it out I love it when youtalk about me Just cause you don't know yourself My jabs go go for broke, your teeth is on the floor Thirty million people watchin', do you still want more? Fake bitches won't get it, I am winnin' but you isn't Call your dentist 'cause I meant this I don't see no competition Goin' wild, Mikey Tyson, born a fighter, I will triumph Bitch I thought you knew I was comin' for your title So when thelights go down And the sun hits ground You should know that I won't back down (I'll be waitin' for you) Knuckles out And the guard in my mouth When you're hungry for the next round (I'll be waitin' for you) Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin' for you Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin', I'll be waitin' for you Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, I'll be waitin' for you

Melly the menace I got out my bag and I went and got me Fucked up environment That's what JGreen said, that's what he said, hey She swallows that dick like a vitamin Young nigga world Melly the menace Fucked up environment (King Wonka beats), hey Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Bitch, I'm from Gifford, that K A to G, that's a fucked up environment (fucked up environment) Chain got attached to more, 3.14, pussy boy ain't no pie in me (no pie in me) Chopper diminish your organs, your penance if you ever lie to me Just like a jail, we gon' sentence him, capture his soul and replenish him (oh, oh, oh) Don't give no fuck 'bout a friend, and fuck that lil' jit, I ain't kin to him (fuck that hoe) Wrap his ass up like salami, and chop his ass up, now we blendin' him (blendin' him) Cook his ass up, we gon' chemist him, ooh, get at him Scorpio move with the stick We gon' catch his ass slippin' and then we gon' finish him (get over here) Break his ass down and diminish him Don't give no fucks 'bout offendin' him These hoes are just alike, I swear they got all of these bitches still synonym Lil biddy bitch, you an antonym (antonym, bitch) How in the fuck is you friends with them? (Friends with the bitch) Bitch, I'm a thug, not a gentleman (facts, facts) Swallow my dick like some cinnamon Swallow my dick like some dinner, man (facts, facts) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman (uh, uh) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman Ooh, bitch ass nigga don't want no problems Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Glock on my waist, with your bitch in my face, I'm like, "Fuck the society" (fuck the society) You don't want beef, we pull up with them sticks And you gotta go fire him (fire the bitch) I do not care what you talkin' about, all these bitches desire me (bitches desire me) Taraji P. Henson, your bitch gon' Empire me (gon' Empire me) She suck on my neck and my dick, she vampire me (vampire me, bitch) I fuck with JGreen 'cause I know he won't lie to me I fuck with Sakchaser, I know he gon' ride for me We hit a lick for ten bands, that shit like hittin' the lottery (lottery, bitch) We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies (apology, bitch) I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology (astrology, bitch) Bitch ass nigga do not want no beef And he know that I'm straight out the pot with it Oh, oh, straight out the pot with it Oh, Jay Rich go out with Young Malo Yeah, bitch, I'm straight out the pot with it JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot Fuck is that young nigga talkin' 'bout? Know that my Glock will demolish him (demolish you, bitch) Pull-up on him and we moppin' then wet his ass up then we polish him (toom, toom-toom) Seen his ass all in public, must've thought that I was gon' say, "Hi" to him (hi to the bitch) I just pulled up, put that fire to him (fire to him) You ridin' with him, then you die with him Fuck what they talkin' 'bout? Pull-up and air it out (air that shit out, bitch) Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts (nothin' 'bout my whereabouts, bitch) These bitches opinions somethin' I don't care about (about the bitch) Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out (in and out the bitch) I was losin' in the race, fuck nigga look who winnin' now (look who winnin', bitch) Run up the money, we run up the commas now (run up the commas now) Givenchy steppin', Louis Ferragamo now (fuck up a check) Don't fuck on these bitches, we fuck on these bitches' mamas now