Temper

Bitch

Pedal to floor, watch me get loose

Switch on a back of the vec', goofy lil' boy better move

I was right back to the trap every day right as soon I got outta school

Why the fuck would I go beef on the 'net when we really using our tools?

Every new year, boa, my crib done got bigger

Next thing, I'ma cop me a Richard

I gotta shit on them **** that said I wouldn't make it

I bet they ain't making no skrilla

No cap, boa, this shit done got realer

You **** still making them trillers

The raq'll turn you to a killa

I made it out, I'm a winner

That thin line look a little thinner, I really been tryna just hold in my temper

I got a 'migo cross state shippin' burritos or he hide it in the fender

New lil' ho scam and she just got an advance, say she got a couple vendors

Stupid lil' boy, these ain't regualr vendors

Two pints fifteen, bitch, I'm a wizard

They know who to not let get some money, it's too late, huh

Ay boa, I been lookin' for yo ass, where my pape? Uh

Back of the Glock to the back of the face, DOA

I know they mad, I'm in this rappin' shit, I'm finna stay

Know lil' perk can't save a ho

Bitch, no way

Bitch, this is Fendi scarf, not a cape

My new lil' bitch natural, yo bitch, she got lace

**** know I'll slide back to the raq, that's any day

If **** a start poppin' back outside, I might just swang

****, you not having shit, I sleep in Helmut Lang

Crazy how muhfuckers get some money then they change

I ain't stressing it, this AMG in sport and I switched a lane

No cap, boa, my patience done got low

Y'all on the 'net dicksucking for follows

Couldn't be me, care less, need guapo

Touch my skrilla, better duck yo taco

G19 turn his top into nachos

I got no love for bop hoes

Gettin' a crate like hittin' the lotto

New straps, new gats, bitch, the block on