Get off of the phone with my niggas
They told me to get it
So you know I did it
These shorties they flex for a picture
She wanna come see me I said buy a ticket
She tryin' to call me
My phone is turned off lil' mama
You really is tripping
Cuz I get the back and I flip it
If I pull my [what] out you know she gon' lick it
Woah
Pull up with the pack
I'm back with the rap
And I know you niggas is trash
I'm chasing a bag
The ski on my mask
Cuz you know I'm taking the cash
When I get my whip
I'ma start racing
You niggas going thru the dash
Tell em it's too late
I grab me a plate
And put you niggas in the past
Woah aye
I am the king but let's conversate
I got the rap game on my dinner plate
I'm just here to eat I ain't trynna hate
Me and my family gon' make it there's no debate
The hate is my fuel that's my motivation
If you hating on me then you playa hatin
I come wit the drip on my shoes
You know that you lost when I'm hitting fade-aways
Shout out my homies they from the Bay
But shout my homies they from the Chi
I kill these American citizens
Y'all cannot win again
We don't see eye to eye
My bars hot like the west coast but I get cold like it's N-Y
Don't play me nigga I ain't never lied
Their ain't no alibi
I'm finna touch the sky
Man this ain't no intro but I'ma start splurgin
Yo girl all up on me she act like a virgin
I'm all up on stage and I'm closing the curtains
My hands on my hips and her booty start twerkin
I run thru the dash and yo homie start swerving
I want the money
I'll make a purchase
I come with that heat
And ya speakers is burnin
I don't mess wit snakes cuz I know they be lurkin
Ride thru the city wit all of my bro and 'em
No love for hoes we don't want no mo' of them
If I'm jumping in then my dog finna slide
But he finna kick it and I'm finna throw and em'
I'm gettin' bank
Y'all trynna rob me
91 Bops in yo' head call you Rodman
It ain't no stopping
I got the bands in my pocket
Michael Jackson moon-walkin
No need for blocking
You talking all tough on the net get you cut
So I'ma start watching
I'm steady plotting
Ready for war when you look at the score I don't think you can stop me
I jus' be rocking
Winning is the only option
Tell these haters take caution
Clean up like I'm moppin
Call me d-low when it come to the bros
Cuz I'm steady boppin
Cut off yo shorty she smell like diaper
You give me a mic
Call me Mike Tyson
I be on fire
I'm really fighting
And I'm shooting shots you can call me a sniper
Bow-Bow-Bow
And there go the silencer
Not affiliated but I'll remind ya
I got 2 fists and I don't wanna use em
But they'll bite back
Call that anaconda
Get off of the phone with my niggas
They told me to get it
So you know I did it
These shorties they flex for a picture
She wanna come see me I said buy a ticket
She tryin' to call me
My phone is turned off lil' mama
You really is tripping
Cuz I get the back and I flip it
If I pull my [what] out you know she gon' lick it
Woah
Pull up with the pack
I'm back with the rap
And I know you niggas is trash
I'm chasing a bag
The ski on my mask
Cuz you know I'm taking the cash
When I get my whip
I'ma start racing
You niggas going thru the dash
Tell em it's too late
I grab me a plate
And put you niggas in the past
Woah aye