I just wanna know why every time I come around mother fuckers think its funny lookin at me up n down

I don't really know you

You don't really know the crew

So stop actin like shits funny

Not shit you gonna do

Look at you...

Crew not hard

Mother fuckers don't know that the kid had bars

Check ID flow

Please simmer down

You always acting funny til police come around

You gotta new car, but you leasing it now

I gotta big dog on the leash, I'm releasing him now

You know police at the pound?

I'm a beast and a hound

Whole crew loud, we ain't keepin it down

But we slowin it down

She got crew love cuz she holdin us down

Hoe holding us down

Got youngings pullin out they holsters now

Not shoppin at hollister now

What..?

All Balmain

All this designer

Gucci and Prada

Spending a lot on

Weed and anything I need

Im tryna smoke but not a fiend

Im not attracted to the lean, so fuck all that prometheizine

Don't make me start another scene

I'll grab ya mother make her scream

Stab ya brother

Leave the scene

Won't even see the car he flee in. (Woo!)

Copped the all white whip, it stay clean tho

Always on the scene, winnin like Charlie sheen tho

They tryna take my green

But they can't, they not cee-lo

Can't see thru me, but I see thru them

Tints so dark, can't peak thru the Benz

We’ll leap through your fence

And I'm rollin with a mother fucking clique that's tighter than Aniston’s friends, (Jenny!)

And it depends how I'm feelin today

I'll pick up a bar, then I'm slamming the weight

Can we debate that I maybe the best?

I'm hushin haters up like puttin babies to rest

I hustle round these fakes, they tell they baby they stressed

& my weed so strong that it maybe just flex

Lately I got my haters depressed

And i leave em impressed

But they lovin it tho

Only thing I don't do is show love to a hoe

No love for the foes

No love to the Feds

Shoutout groupchat, man I fuck with my friends

Keep my circle small, no bugs in my bed

Man I'm fucked in the head when I'm rappin this shit

I'm crackin a broad how I'm slappin a bitch

Ima masculine kid

An immaculate wiz

I'm immature a little bit, but I don't really give a shit

I give a lot, I take bit

I roll it up, I take a hit

I'm givin out these L's like DAMN what?

I'm givin out these L's like Damn (yuhh)

Your boy high as hell of the xans (yung)

Y'all haters blow jus like fans (umm..)

But y'all don't get it tho

I keep my circle small something tighter than a cheerio

Get it through your head

I dont give a fuck

You dead son

Don't step to me or swear to god that you gon be my next son

Stop comin at my neck son

I swear that y'all my stepsons

Never put me in a list with any one

That's step 1

Don't step to me

That's step 2

Step 3

When u comin at me don't 4get your whole crew

We got banana clips, that's whole food

Extendo mags, dont Playboy

No Hustlers round me

Don't fake boy

Now all I get is paper so what can you even say boy?

I come and I'm rippin up tracks

Spittin these facts and it's so fast

They sit on their ass while I just rap

Matter of fact..I might jus brag

And tell you bout all of the bitches I bag

And tell you bout all of the bitches I’ve had

And every bitch bagged in the back w the pack

Oh that’s yo chick? Thats why you so sad

Like, oh I hit it (yeah)

Yeah I hit it (yeah)

Yeah I hit it (oh)