Top say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry" Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin´ up and thinkin´ they gon´ finish me
Bitch, I take these millions and get at you, it ain´t no gettin´ at me Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don´t say shit to me Talked to Drake ´cross FaceTime, he wasn´t feelin´ me Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin´ to me Told me that he like the shit I´m doin´, but can´t do shit with me So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy J a ho, that nigga played it cold, like he was gon´ do a feature So I texted his line, a muscle sign, I swear it´s gon´ be nice to meet you Pussy niggas tryna close the door Bitch, you ain´t heard back from Baton Rouge, to that Nola, yeah, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes, and bitch, I´m soldiered down Might play you close, but don´t fuck around I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hol´ on Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can´t sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets Bitch, you ain´t never had to kill at just eighteen, you don´t compare to me And never ever up in life, we couldn´t compete You want to jump in beef and none of y´all wanna bang it out with YB We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street We probably burn a shirt, across it, it´ll be your face across that tee
Hold on, so long they´ve been tryna X me Gotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on"
Gotta be ´bout that murder playin´ with me At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain´t stainin´ me I say, "Oh, I just wanna get ´em gone" And I know when the rain pours, it could be me or either of them that´s gone
So I´m ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin´ at you bitch niggas You don´t deserve it anyway, you ain´t out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga Tryna bring me pain, I ain´t do no ho shit in this game Like I ain´t a man, nigga, what the fuck y´all niggas sayin´? Like I don´t bust brains Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot Bitch, play with me, half of y´all ain´t got more money than me, bitch, I´ve been stackin´
I done did more time than more time you niggas spent inside the trenches Ever had a nigga beat your mama and now that you´re older, time to kill ´em? Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillow case? You pussy nigga Singers puttin´ tattoos across they face, fuck wrong with these niggas? Usin´ hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, nigga Nigga, you a trick, and that´s how you know you´ll never be known in the trenches Tryna think of somethin´ else, just for to say, "I hate you niggas" Nigga, bring your bold-ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga Go ask J. Prince, I´ll kill your daddy bitch, I ain´t worried, nigga
I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got a fee, that´s to get money with me That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments So Mr. Rap-Boy, shit like that what got me as a target Don´t forget it, I paid them young niggas Word ´round, they claimin´ they gon´ kill me I birthed you young niggas and, bitch, I´m bound to kill an infant
Hold on, so long they´ve been tryna X me Gotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on" Gotta be ´bout that murder playin´ with me At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain´t stainin´ me I say, "Oh, I just wanna get ´em gone" And I know when the rain pours, it could be me or either of them that´s gone