Oh, oh, oh, oh, bitch
7-4-4-2-1, yeah
Ooh, do you hear me?
I don't even know, man, who the * is here?
You know, it's long
Your bitch wanna work it out, but I do not exercise
Crazy men, women, don't need extra guys
I made the news and I got criticized
Supposed to be dead, but the shooter was blind
If I'm be walking, hey, I recognize
Boy, man, I bet your life get minimized
I * the mind of the bitch hypnotized
Every time that we *, she catching butterflies
Don't run from no niggas that day down to catch a life sentence
Hop in the car with a Glock in the minutes
I hang with robbers, trappers, and killers
And plus, I'm a shooter just like Reggie Miller
Bitch, I'm a fool when I'm shooting a pistol
She just hate that boy and the same day you kissed her
No, I can't chill if you ain't beneficial
And that bitch a dime, but she ain't got a nipple
She broke, I need that bread by the loaf
You know what I do to a hoe?
* pass her to my bro
Fitting like four times, just bought four nines
Seen her, I hit her with four
Four niggas just got to drop on like four
I gave them four niggas to go
Ooh
If the pussy good, I might nut in it
Yeah, for sure, I go nuts in it
Niggas mad, they cannot * with me
See them in person like, nigga, what's up with it?
Sometimes I wish that I wasn't the rapper
I'm not a rapper, lil' bitch, I'm a factor
I make a collar, make everything happen
Really come for trapping, they from me, I'm texting
I got a plug on the south
And I got agency on the north
Get a nigga killed off where the mouth
But I'd rather show a nigga what I'm bout
Look, I tell my nigga, sit in the front seat
We put the bitch in the back seat
I * from the front and * from the back
Had a lil' bitch running like a track meet
Look, I tell my nigga, sit in the front seat
Drop her out like we put him on that pill
Text her from who? Boy, you ain't that still
I probably shot like three niggas last year
Play with no money, boy, this is your last year
To live
Bitch, I give a * how he feel
For real, my lil' nigga ready to drill
I ain't chasing no bitch, I'm trying to run up a meal
He play and get beat like Emmitt
He say, God, bodies will know who you killed
He big foe, I just pot two fields
My boy trying to scope
No hoop, dreams
He trying to work on his shoe skin
* eat it up for Chanel's and Ruth Chris
They stealing my style, trying to copy my blueprint
*, I know these niggas influence
I take them to school just like they my students
But *, I don't care
I'm *, I'm charging for classes
Hold my diamonds clear in the glasses
I put him in the box like cash is clay
I'm trying to turn your nigga to ashes
I ain't * if she ain't the baddest
I told that lil' hoe I got status
I ain't nothing like your average rapper
We slam on * when it's static
We schooled up, you better lace your boots up
I count up like Scooter
I made it out, I knew how to maneuver
I keep my pole tucked
My man caught a op, he froze up
Nigga touch me, it's going down in this bitch
I'ma swing this hoe till it's over
I'ma swing this hoe till it's over