I go to the rim and I dunk on the net She said she wanna be my next shawty, lil shawty
I get on your girl and I dunk in her net Her name ain't my name, I want my girl like
Fiona and Stray As if she feel like a god, lil homie, I feel
Like I'm Kobe, I pop off the thrax He said he wanna be for me, lil boy, you
Can't get it cause we put that boy in a pack It seem like I'm the only type rapper that
Get on your girl, turn around and go smash on her back
I don't really wanna play but that means sentimental
Kinda funny how they call her that so that he's in a kennel
I just feel like everybody, Malcolm in the middle
They don't really know about me, everybody act a little
Why they tryna fiddle
I make a hundred mil within a triple Then I gotta double it a hundred times
Not a crime if I'm making all this guap on your baby
She back up my stuff, she get flipped like I dialed in
Sleep, I'm feeling super confident Blowing up, making my guap again
Can't talk to that girl, she a thot again If you talk up my name, you get blocked again
And honestly, I've been tryna get better I've been tryna do things for myself, yeah
I got the B-B-B-B's on my belly, yeah But I'm doing it all for myself cause
I'ma, yeah, mess up their plans, mess up their plans, mess up their plans
Yeah, mess up their plans, mess up their plans, mess up their plans
Chaud for les fans, chaud for les fans, chaud for les mains
Mess up their plans, mess up their plans, mess up their plans
Shoot up the bitch, shoot up the bitch Shoot up the bitch, shoot up the bitch
Shoot up the bitch, shoot up the bitch Shoot up the bitch
Why you talking with that Glocks in the head
Not that stupid to care about a bitch You better run cause the Glock a gotta switch
Five knicks up 12 inch, man I do gotta hitch
Where the Pecs
The demon in my body Pull up with the Glock it's knocking off his
Body Pull up with the Glock it's knocking off his
Face Had a nigga running like he in a race