oh okay

**** follow

Guess they all juss tryna Get in where they fit in

I'm the artist

Bitch I Bet you I'm gon Get in wit my stick in

**** lyin

Swear to God

That they ain't rappin what they livin

On God I had a ratchet

Before I ever went to Renton

That 1 bitch from dimmitt

Had me in my feelings

I was simpin

That one bitch ****

Almost made me kill him

I was trippin

I Started smokin weed

To take away my problems

I Ain't ventin

Oh you pourin lean

But if it ain't a 4

I ain't gon sip it

Oh My bad I ain't gon worry bout yo cup

I guess you lil Wayne

**** sad And shootin **** wit 380s

Givin lil pain

The shit we tote

Probably fuck around

And really stop a train

Bullets dumping like some hail

**** You can't stop the rain

Eyes red

But everything im wearing black

Like im Kane

I'm doin what the fuck I want

Like who gon tell me that I can't

Bro I'll wait

Oh okay

Can't a **** tell me nun

Naw I ain't hearin what they say

The cup kickin brodie Ass

It got him leaning To the left

You in the game but cryin like a bitch

And speakin to the ref

These **** Kevin hart

But they don't never speak it wit they chest

I breakin hearts

Like How the fuck you leave me If i left

I'll Be Barefoot

I don't give a fuck I'll still step

Ion need a 30

Ima still shoot it like I'm Steph

Rap easy

But my life been hardy latley

Like jeff

They say This

They say that

I say coo bro I guess

Keep it on you

Everywhere you go

Boy you know the rules

Me and heem was like the only ****

Totin in the school

If i send a shot

It's gaureemteed

That Smoove shootin too

Red tips

On all these bullets

But we giving **** blues

Why you posting yo location

Giving oppositions clues

The beef old but if I see the ****

Put em on the news

Feel like Lou

I B fuckin all my bitches by the 2s

Christan Loubs

Bitch I tweaked and paid a band for these shoes

Bottoms red

Cause I'm steppin in his blood

5 Guns on my waist

When I step inside the club

You can tell by my face

That I'm leanin off the mud

Shoot the frown off his face

If I see the **** mug

Puttin **** in they place

Just for thinkin that they tough

He keep on bringing up his past life

I know the **** bluff

She keep on lookin

Wit her side eye

I know she wanna fuck

She gon give it to me

Promise all it take is just a glance

She play it off

But tellin all her friends

She wish she had a chance

She keep on hittin me on every social

I know she a fan

I know she lied and said it ain't official

I know she got a man

I know he lied

And told you bitches

He was him

But he not

Treatin tapes

Just Bitches and they panties

How I drop

Treatin bitches

Like they nothin

Cause a thot gon Be a thot

And for the **** playin both sides

Treat em like the opps

He said he him

But he not

Treatin music

Just like Bitches and they draws

How I drop

Treatin bitches like they nothing to a ****

Cause they not

And turning Malcom in the middle ass ****

Into opps