Yeah

I don't never make no this songs

C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon where the fuck you goin' ****

C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon

**** thought this shit was over? This shit won't never be over ****

Fuck you goin' get down ****, gang, gang

Crank back up I don't never make no these songs you feel hit your ass a clown

But I ain't never ducked no smoke

Fuckin' boy lying too you, he said that copped out

I ain't never copped out this **** lying

Fuck you goin' **** get down

Dumb ass ****

I don't never make this songs

If you feel hit your ass a clown (fuck you goin')

But I ain't never ducked no smoke

That fuckin' boy lying too you, he said that copped out

Time to crank this shit back up, but this not last time

I'm not leaving out

I love the bitch she go both ways

I'll never get mad but I want new mouth

I told them folks more dollars more problems

But it's too late to help me out

Yeah, I'm the one they ain't see coming

So why the fuck would turn down

Taking drugs ya for my problems, that's the only thing that calm me down

**** thought I never come back and well I'm back

Tell them c'mon turn up that sound (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

Fuck it throw the bag on my stick right now

Won't leave no trace you hear that sound

**** say cook on the street

But I throw these bullets, they ain't gonna drop quick to the ground

Baby I'm too geeked up Just took M5, LJ

Yeah, I'm grooving now

Gang

When I only got no plan

I leave to the man above he made my route

Yes I got these **** mad, well that's too bad

I guess they're mad, can't better my sound

Whenever I get lost inside my head, I clutch my stick and look around

Hold on, hold on, hold on, let me come back up

Where the fuck you goin', let me come back up

She had the audacity to ask how much do I love you

I love you, I love you my dear, Trish, I'll hold my down

I'm trying to stay up out my mind, but all these thoughts just keep surrounding

Lately, I don't know who to trust, this shit gon' lift, if you gon' flick, I'll stick around

I throw big guns but fuck you on it ****

I throw big guns, but I won't underestimate no man

But I don't take no disses lightly

I heard your bro ass, kill your ass for a little accession

As you use my name, watch who's around

I heard your bro ass, kill your ass for a little accession

As you use my name, watch who's around

Fuck you goin' ****

I don't never make no this songs

If you feel hit your ass a clown

But I ain't never ducked no smoke

That fuckin' boy lying too you, he said that copped out

Time to crank this shit back up, but this not last time

I'm not leaving out

I love the bitch she go both ways

I'll never get mad but I want new mouth

I told them folks more dollars more problems

But it's too late to help me out

Yeah, I'm the one they ain't see coming

So why the fuck would I turn down

Taking drugs ya for my problems, that's the only thing that calm me down

**** thought I never come back and well I'm back

Tell them c'mon turn up that sound (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

Hmm, I'm turning it back up

Imma climb back up, Imma climb back up

Hmm get low, hmm

The fuck you going ****

This shit won't never be over with like c'mon, c'mon, man

Like, y'all know who started this shit

Like, if you feel hit your ass, you're just a bitch like

Why the hell your momma made a bitch ass **** like

What's really going on gang like, is you hurt on the inside

You must be broke or somethin'

Your pockets empty, fuck you

What the hell really going on

Dang