Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin´
They know I make it happen, I ain´t rappin´ (Uh-uh) I´m on dope, man, bitch, and I´m actin´ (Yeah) He´ll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (Haha) Pop your top with that, it´s up and stashed, it came so back together Bitch, I do you dirty, come through, swervin´ with that black barretta Rolling Loud, want million-dollar cash, what ´bout Coachella? I want that shit that make you flash, ´cause it smoke better Racks on a nigga ho´, racks, I just do it better Racks, that lil´ nigga broke, I put his ass on top to stretch I´ll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch Talkin´ ´bout beefin´, when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga Pussy boy, I see you lookin´ at me I had them young niggas in yours, waitin´ in bushes, nigga Youngin pop out, wavin´ with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga I´ma act bad, and I´m gon´ flash out these thirty jiggers Yeah, that´s my feelings ´bout my cousin, and we murder niggas I´ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that´s if he swervin´ with you Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got ´em savin´ with you I´m a big truck (What?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don´t give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin´ Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil´ mama, "Let me feel somethin´"
I really be gone on Thanksgiving, them niggas inpersonatin´ Them pussy niggas, they ain´t ´bout nothin´, and it´s two souls to hate me I´ll rob you, bitch, I´ll shoot you, bitch, I´ll jack you out your paper Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I´m tryna face ´em I don´t trust no bitch, no I know that that ho´ gon´ fuck on anybody livin´ room Nah, I´m with that street, come from that trench, pullin´ kick doors
They won´t let me body, wanna see a nigga fall down Want me to help ´em out or slit my throat, because they been broke
Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga Pussy boy, I see you lookin´ at me I had them young niggas in yours, waitin´ in bushes, nigga Youngin pop out, wavin´ with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga I´ma act bad, and I´m gon´ flash out these thirty jiggers Yeah, that´s my feelings ´bout my cousin, and we murder niggas I´ma get him zipped, straight out the rip, that´s if he swervin´ with you Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got ´em savin´ with you
I´m a big truck (What?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up We don´t give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin´ Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil´ mama, "Let me feel somethin´"