Expressing Myself (feat. ZaaJunkie) Video (MV)

This lil bitch said that she gon' ride for me
But the bitch lied
Can't trust that bitch as far as I can see
Livin' in disguise I was really blind

Look at what you did to me
Time after time, now you ain't mine
Thought you was gon' die with me
Thought we was gon' die together

I guess forever ain't forever
And this bitch cappin' on my name
Knowin' that I'm really pressure
When you was down and out, bitch

I was there to help you
Now you say I'm bein' extra
Nah, bitch, I'm chasin' cheddar
Nah, bitch, I'm doin' better

I swapped the Drake for ARP
Because I shoot it better
I'm in my lane, watch how you speak
I hit you with that metal

I was steady wastin' time on you
But you wasn't tryin' to settle
And then you put the blame on me
Goddamn, that hurt a little

Matter fact, it hurt a lot
I put my feelings in this wock
I pour it in my pop
I put my feelings in this Glock

I gotta pop his top
I gave my feelings to her too
But that ain't how she rock
No, that ain't how she coming

I tried to give a the bitch my all
Goddamn, I shouldn't have done it
Lil bitch, just actin' like it's so hard
To keep this shit a hunnid

I knew it wouldn't work from the start
But I kept playin' dummy
Yeah, I kept playin' slow
Little bitch, I'm not your average Joe

Almighty do the most
You make a post then I go ghost
Won't entertain the ho
I don't give a f*ck if she a famous

I'll block a famous ho
Nigga, I'm still here with who I came with
I can't change for sho
Nigga, I can't change for shit

He drop this, then he get hit
We X him off the list
My youngings spinnin', tryna smack
We steady smackin' shit

Nigga, get off the net with all that cap
Nigga, stop that capping shit
We pull up on a nigga, broad day nigga
Toe taggin' shit

Don't give a f*ck about what you got
Nigga, stop bragging and shit
These young niggas with me, they be thirsty
Snatchin', grabbin' and shit

We pull up, givin' niggas hearses
For that lackin' and shit
Bitch, you better keep your weapon
Nigga, you ain't steppin

We post up in the bricks
With these dirty weapons
You know I got my fire
Put that on my brother

Cause that's no lie
Them niggas forgot
I spent 10 different times
Four out of ten, man

Nigga, he cryin
Nigga, fire on my side
Nigga, that switchy on my side
You f*ck with them

Yo ass gone die
Nigga f*cked up let me
Get on the road
Five days out the week

Got ten different shows
Five days out the week
Got ten different hoes
Five days out the week

Sellin' ten different bowls
I got a bag, I got a bag
And got me some packs in
Come on, f*ck, f*ck your hoe

Don't want your bitch
That ho a trash can
How bout the V
We all on feet
We came thru blastin

Niggas be mad
Why's they mad
Cause I'm taxin
Good dope

This nigga on the map
Why he on the map
We came thru wackin shit
Nigga, we got four sticks

In the back all black
We drop our mask and shit
Nigga, be high off crack
We don't do that

Straight high off gas and shit
Me and almighty pull up
We fresh as f*ck
You know we taggin' shit