MMM

Unexpected like a mixtape, catch you at yo' crib, if you reading this, it's too late

**** that I be with act they don' e'en know me

I kill ****, bang bang givin' them the metal like the police

Got head from my man's baby ma, ain't fuck her though

They just had a baby 'bout a month ago

That's what a **** get for head shot from hoes

Shout out, he a rapper, baby work got him exposed

Walk into his crib, like a ballerina on my tiptoes

Put the fifth in his mouth, BANG make sure he keeps his lips close

And y'all act up, so I came strapped up, like I'm ready for a battle rap, ****

When I'm finished with the boy he gon' look like he got ran over by a Cadillac, ****

Leader of the East Coast, playin' with kilos, till they come in with the rico

Hopped out black Wrangler, Nino

I'm the king of these Brooklyn streets, though

Balled up

I got pounds for sale, you wound up

I'm out bonding, sitting on the couch with my plug now

Pulled him in the ice cream truck

Killed him on the one way

Found his remains on a Monday, Brains on a Sunday

Woah

That's crazy right there the streets not gon' believe this

I'm a genius, so I had to throw my **** Chubby Jag on the remix

Top notch with the block hot, Got the hot rock, fiends show up to the do' with the 'knock, knock'

Whole squad on pot, reason why y'all hot, make a bitch jaw drop in the drop-top

Got the trap like the trap meet, **** ask Meek, clapping, I got mack in the back seat

Chin and Chip, yo, we ain't got a brick so big with the pack, got it looking like Shaq

I took the fo' fo', I'm in love with the Cocoa, like the homie Ice-T

I'm bout to violate all of y'all lame ****, rest in peace Chris Lighty

Ski mask, masked up, black love, black love, don't even talk about wifey

She got me on lock so bad, I need somebody to write me

Got the J's on, G Star, hoodie on, that's my hood fit

**** wanna talk, Ion talk, only speak with the full clip

I ain't never killed with the steel, but I will like I'm Goodrich

So tell your man, better chill, cause I'm back on my bullshit

Of course he be winning, you see him be fresh

His white shoes, white linen, white tee, and some checks

He turned into earth, son, when he did them DMs from 'X

So don't pull up in BMs, the IF or the X

One whole month, 'bout fo' million views later

Time to hit 'em with the remix, extra, extra, we gettin' new paper

Bang on 'em like emerald, live, serve a **** shells like

Mother fuck 12, I got all the **** in the jail like

Free Writer

Screamin' free J.R, till they free J.R

Think shit a game, till you hear the AR spray from a three way call

Think I'm playing, here we go now, I'mma three way y'all

Get it through ya' E.A.R, he locked but he still got B.A.Rs

Bars? Let's get to it!

Aye Cass, I'm telling you man, this **** got some shit!

I know that **** get it in, but, he locked up

Wait till you hear this shit

I'm boutta hear something man, lets get to it

He ready

Tell these motherfuckers that the kid is comin' home soon