Beat by Jeff

Haha, ayy, yeah, hah Fuck Splurge man Fuck everybody who with nigga man Is he signed or what? Who he gon' sign to, I don't know Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff Ooh ooh I'm back on that fuck shit, that fuck shit, that fuck shit Reach out the car with the pistol, I'm bustin' Ain't tryna talk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' It's a new day so I'm gettin' new money Servin' the white, get your nose real runny Chopper gon' chop you, your body look ugly Just got a pint so I pour up the muddy My phone keep ringing, I can't even work Catch you in traffic, ain't got time to lurk My lil nigga crazy, retarded, berzerk You know it ain't shit to get put on a shirt Got a whole lot of fans, got a whole lot of haters Whole lot of bands and a whole lot of paper We want the smoke, yeah we want the vapor Can't fuck a white ho, fuck around say I raped her I'm goin' up, can you see how they treat me? Then you gon' play me, lil bitch is you tweakin'? We come and get bodies, yeah we the grim reaper I never liked school so I disrespect teachers You better go handle your business I'm talkin' rackades, I'm talkin' digits Go make me aim some big shit at his fitted Roll up a wood right now, gettin' lifted They say I'm trippin', say I see the devil Rank one gang, I'm on a new level Don't need aim, I'm good with this metal Don't wanna go through the metal detector Hoes want to kick it but I don't Make fifty bands off an iPhone I'm still sayin', "who?" Like Mike Jones If you fuck with the movement then right on I mix the green and the purple together Me and the Glock go perfect together You and the feds be workin' together I got on Gucci, it got a bird feather We pull up on him, catch him smokin' dope Last thing he seen was my eyes in the scope You ain't on that gang shit, boy you a ho I'm not a trapper but bricks for the low Wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, wrap 'em up, wrap 'em Bust up the laws and make 'em call back-ups Streets ain't safe, you better go strap up Double cup and ice, I'm pouring Act up I don't fuck with peons, leave me alone Look at my jacket, this bitch is from Rome Treat her like a dog and give her a bone I pull up with sticks, we pull up with stones Right now I'm on cloud nine, I can't feel my mind We ain't kissin', hit that bitch from behind Treat him like Ricky, put a hole in his spine Meet me at the store and be there on time Niggas is bitches, they all in they feelings 'cause I'm goin' up I got a blunt but you cannot hit it because it too stuffed My neighbor do laws, don't come to the front After I fuck I kick her like a punt You a cap rapper, you lie when you rhyme Gotta come with some money, don't know about signing Aim at the head, aim for his lining Hit from the back, ass like Blac Chyna Been through a lot but the people don't see it Smokin' good dope, feel like Sosa, I'm chiefin' Niggas be talkin', my niggas not speakin' We got them sticks on us, we playin' defense Don't think about goin' in the streets I got my leg deep down in the streets I know that y'all peep niggas tryna be me AR-15 knock the doors off a Jeep The OG's tell me just keep pushin' I know you smell me, OG cookie Look at them staring, bitches lookin' Your bitch is bust down, let me get in that pussy This might be the last song I make The chopper gon' sing, the chopper gon' shoot I'm sippin' honey like Winnie the Pooh I cover my face and pop out, peek-a-boo, yeah Uh-huh, I told y'all I don't like to do hooks and shit Haha, I'm good, keep goin' Splurge shit, new shit on the way man Jefferson on the beat bitch, yeah