Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Ok wax on, wax off, sliding with no mask on

That boy keep on playing with his life that shit won't last long

Tried a million times I don't think I can make a bad song

All he do is lie that boy don't rap without his cap on

If he dissing me I guess that mean that that's his last song

I send his career right through the floor he gon' be mad gone

We go door to door you know it's smoke until the pack gone

Know that I'm gon' blow I did this rapping shit for mad long

He said he a demon so we finna send him back home

Know that I be scheming I had hoes in my TracFone

Bentley seats is heated had to ask them what they mad for

Pray them shooters miss 'cause if they on you that's your last hope

Draco, FN and 8 hoes stepping in

Switchblade, seven-inch, ain't no evidence

Make no reference, to rappers that I'm better than

Said I ain't gon' blow he must not know I told him bet it then

I'm in the Benzo chillin, the windows tinted

G Wag, six hoes in it

Mask up run down you wanna know who did it

Lil **** mind yo business

I stay ten-toes I never did no switching

Gang gon' be my witness

Play with the family you already know how it's ending

30 to life my sentence

Flew by a cop he ain't write no ticket

I want a chain I just might go tennis

Will not confirm but I might know killers

That turn you into a high note hitter

He keep on walking 'round like he invincible, just ain't ran into the right young ****

He started talking they reached in they pocket now **** hashtagging his life on twitter

They brought out a part of me that they ain't wanna see

Walking in this bitch like, "Pardon me, I got a gun with me."

Wasn't rocking since the start of me, so you can't come with me

Hating but lowkey they hearting me, I'm who they wanna be

Yapping, ain't no action, like what happened

Strapped in, with a Mac 10, wreaking havoc

Want smoke? Why you asking? You can have it

Tapped in, with a bad bitch, like what's happening