I'm a youngin from the boot

I ain't slacking in the booth

Get the bag what I'ma do?

Leave come back without a roof

Don't be lying in my rhymes

Bitch I'm with at least a 9

I'ma shine without trying

I'ma kill em every time

I'm a youngin from the boot

I ain't slacking in the booth

Get the bag what I'ma do?

Leave come back without a roof

Don't be lying in my rhymes

Bitch I'm with at least a 9

I'ma shine without trying

I'ma kill em every time

Gotta lotta shit I been through

Tryna work on me because I know I got some issues

Tryna grab a mic instead of gripping on a pistol

Cuz I been to the range and I know I wouldn't miss you (Pow pow)

We can't have no convo cuz I know I wouldn't getchu

Real ones dont know you so I know you ain't official

Saying that you self made, but yo **** did it witchu

And yo wishlist of women don't match yo style , they wouldn't fit you

Now that I done wasted time checking you

FUCK whoever next to you

Later I'm not addressing you I'm not that unprofessional

Abrasive on them dollars I harass em it ain't sexual

Playing with my green a **** gone end up a vegetable

Don't step up to me testing I have to flex my testicles

Drop you outta nowhere ima peer Fuggin Pressure you

Vibes I can catch a few,

New city I catch a view

Catch yo nut then catch yo cut u take something I'm catching you (yeah bitch)

I'm a youngin from the boot

I ain't slacking in the booth

Get the bag what I'ma do?

Leave come back without a roof

Don't be lying in my rhymes

Bitch I'm with at least a 9

I'ma shine without trying

I'ma kill em every time

I'm a youngin from the boot

I ain't slacking in the booth

Get the bag what I'ma do?

Leave come back without a roof

Don't be lying in my rhymes

Bitch I'm with at least a 9

I'ma shine without trying

I'ma kill em every time

I'm the TYPE of **** you learn from or try to collaborate

Cuz if your girl find out what's happening she gone prolly Salivate

Don't be up in places that these other rappers habitate

Inebriated listening to jazz I'm in my happy place

I feel like the shit the fecal matter I'm the crap today

Sharper than a tac you thinking somebody done passed away

You pissed me off I see yo ol lady I'ma bag her

I'ma Mac her don't attack her have snacking on my lap today

Only so long til a boss chick get tired of you and yo floss shit

Accosted the cashier asking how much it costed

Stay within your budget start investing in yourself

Stack your bread then flip it now u gonna be balling often

Get a beat i dog it, I'ma run it, no jogging

Sauce dripping lemon pepper like the wings Rick Ross get

I'm Rain man counting figures with these bitches on some jiggas

Looked up in the mirror, Now I know that I'm that ****