STRONG (feat. Lil Poppa)

Bitch you left me with a broken heart I was breakin' down bad on my birthday I done seen all the fake in the worst way And my brother cross me in the worst way And it's easy to say, "I was stupid all along" How the fuck you gon' break? Lil' nigga I had to be strong Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta be real, I'm not doing a song with them niggas Them niggas don't hang with real killers And you know that I'm unforgiving And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi' Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP They gon' have to go some new white tees And she feel safer around me I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah) I'ma let you know, you dying with me Because, bitch I be that baby devil Blood on my Balenciagas Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem Lil' bro want that, he know I got him Thirty deep up, in your place Fifty deep, if you want rake Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase I'ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane When they talking that shit, all up down on your name What the fuck you wan' know me? You just know my name I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink What the fuck they be talking? They cappin' it Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em I just rolled me a blunt, I ain't passin' it All of my jeans, I'm ashin' it And none of these Glocks average Put faith to my brother, he blessed in it I done made it out, on some rapping shit Still in the hood, on some savage shit My new bitch only eat salmon She somewhere watchin' calories Probably somewhere fuckin' in Cali I used to post up in the alley I ain't do all the talkin', don't at me I pull up if you send an addy When I hit it, she call me daddy Big dawg, don't do no braggin All the drip, let's talk 'bout fashion Hard work let's talk 'bout passion Tot this heat like a dragon Plenty hoes, like a passion This 40 automatic, I hop in then I dash in it Let's skrt, put her on a perc I heard her say she hurts Now that should work, you don't need a nurse Call me if it get worse Her pussy wet, I'm finna surf Bitch I'm a hot boy, like I'm Turk Signed to the streets like I'm Durk Stop hatin', nigga get you a verse All this snitchin' probably get you hurt All the dissin' probably get you a shirt And if I said it then I meant, I'm not twistin' up my words I'm probably posted in the middle of street, holdin' the walls Like fuck the world, fuck my old girl and bitch fuck what you heard And come around with the rider now you just might get served Put my trust in niggas word and got everything I deserved I'ma fuck on your treesh and then count on my cake Let 'em get you real quick, while I hop on a plane When they talking that shit, all up down on your name What the fuck you wan' know me? You just know my name I'ma beat that lil' bih like a batting rink What the fuck they be talking? They cappin' it Got a 30 extended, I'm dragging it All the lies that they told me, imagine 'em I moved out the X, like 3 years ago New city, with some spanish hoes Say they jack me now, they ain't did before I was busy selling glass, I ain't give a fuck Run it up, a nigga got a load I ain't really go to high school I was trippin' off, boy my momma know Fuck they talking 'bout, I ain't really from the A Shut your fucking mouth, how you really do me dirty? But then get tight when I don't jack niggas Bitch I'm from the BX, I might go to PA for a week and flip another pack I don't chill with nobody, don't know how to act I got bitches on molly, sippin on that yak They be telling me "Baby boy, keep your head" I be telling 'em "Bitch I'm always with that lead All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi' Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP They gon' have to go some new white tees And she feel safer around me I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah) I'ma let you know, you dying with me Because, bitch I be that baby devil Blood on my Balenciagas Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem Lil' bro want that, he know I got him Thirty deep up, in your place Fifty deep, if you want rake Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clappin' nobody I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazzi' Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin' If you get it fucked up that's RIP And she feel safer around me