Fuck

Shit

Pourin' too much mud up like what the fuck?

Poppin' out, I'm bringin' heat, I can't forget the fuckin' steel

Tryna stuff a hundred dubs inside my pants, you eatin' pills

**** flexin' that lil' bitty guap, but ain't gettin' no guap

In the dead end with money out, know I ran up Glocks

Pussy boy, you pussy, know it's me, know I let off shots

Got a sticky with a donut fifty, take you out your misery

Pussy boys know they ain't fuckin' with me, AR do the killings

I got thousands, I got thousands, bitch, havin' hella pape'

I just walked down with some dirty shit, this a dirty Drac'

Switch the clip, switch the fuckin' mag, polyester tag

**** know 7000 do no flag, walk down super fast

Lil' bro wanna be 7000, he wanna get in Fast

They won't drop they fuckin' nuts today, they know they won't blast

Where the money? Where the fuckin' plays? Lil' boy, where the cash?

I got foreign hoes and foreign weed and some foreign cash, pussy

You think you gon' get off first? Let's see who last

And I only put zaza inside my body, y'all **** smoke shit bad

**** know I'm finna be rich like Roddy, that's why pussies mad

They ain't let Lil' Flame inside the party, I snuck in the back

I got blickys on me everyday, I can't even lack

I can't walk 'round with all this fuckin' money, skinnies stuffed with racks

**** see me do it, then go and do it, but I ain't even mad

Damn near fell out on these fuckin' drugs, damn near went out bad

I might draw down by my fuckin' self, I might need no help

Take a **** plays, a **** wealth, 56 gon' step

Tryna walk down with a fuckin' semi, AR mini-mini

**** know Lil' Flame gon' fuckin' step, they ain't fuckin' with me

Know my closet cost some fuckin' bands, know I ran up bands

Stuffin' green shit inside my pants, put heat on your twins

Had to wait 'til dark to fuckin' pop out, 57 rock out

Smash gang with me to take it, 57, Fast Gang made it

Do a dirty deed, then go and laugh, I can't fuckin' fake it

Ayy, man, I might pop out Off-White drip like I done fuckin' made it

Pussy boy gon' get blam-blammed, he try to fuckin' take it

They think your barber fucked you up, we push your shit back

12 roamin' 'round, we in the hotbox, had to sit back

Pussy boy can't see me in the dark 'cause all my 'fits black

Pop out with a ski, but it's me, **** know it's me

I pass out Top Villain merch for free, you ain't even gotta pay a fee

**** never looked out for Lil' Flame, but it's straight, on gang

Dump the fuckin' stick, I like to see the fye, the fye come out

Bags in the spot, money in the spot, ain't no runnin' out

I can't tell lil' buddy nothin', they wanna catch the kill

Lil' bro get turned into a plate, get turned into a meal

I got hella attachments, gotta pop out with two ratchets

Can't do Tris, that shit be nasty

We need Wockhardt, we need Wockhardt, bitch

Fuck

Shit