Fraction

Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat? Ah nah, you ain't make that motherfucker Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Nigga can't find no Act', so I'm sippin' on Wock' still Ayy, these niggas ain't gettin' no money, just scored on a whole seal I just spent this whole deal, on some codeine I'm with some niggas that's down to kill Bad bitch kept her mouth closed, so I flew her out again New Glock, that bitch two-tone, it'll hit your house and kids All this Oxy', I can't do wrong, niggas don't get high as this And I'm rich as fuck, you knew that, might be where Obama is Ayy, stick hit up his residence All black Tahoe like the president Bitch, just watch me do my murder dance I just ran right through a hunnid bands Bitch pass me a rubber band My lil' brother just copped a new TEC These hoes, they so toxic They want my babies and I ain't even made it yet In the back of the Maybach, countin' up racks My new ho Off-White Put that ho on Percs, we fuckin' all night My ho, she too bad, she love that toxic life And bitch, I love that fast shit My white ho, yeah, that ho, she into fashion We get money, nigga, better stop that flaggin' Need to stop it, K split 'em like a fraction Hunnids comin' in, so I keep on addin' Keep a hit stick, bitch, but this ain't Madden I don't know why they mad at me My nigga, he poppin' all these Percs just like an addict Might just go drop six racks on some codeine, gotta have it Niggas know I'm shootin' shit, bitch, just like my dad did Nigga, and it's still fuck 12 and fuck traffic Ain't stoppin' at no red lights, bitch, that's what them racks did