[ Featuring TKay Beats ]
My n***** ridin' with Glocks
Lil bro run up on me, f*ck it
I'm ready to up it
Lil n**** I'm ready to pop
Lil gang told me I never do intros
I told her ""f*ck it, I wait for the drop""
But that n**** TKay shit too hot
N***** told me my shit crack no pot
Cll my n***** ride with extendos
N**** say he a killer, I'm 'posed to be scared
The f*ck? Lil n**** I'm with those
Cnd these n***** be rappin' bout Drac's and choppas
But they ain't on nada, they been hoes
N**** say I'm a bitch and he think he a gangsta
The f*ck? N**** we must've switched roles
N****, I took his bitch and he switched hoes
N****, all these n***** be bitches
How the f*ck every one of these n***** get switches
Say you my what? Lil bitch you trippin'
Yo big homie hit up, we dipping'
Cnd I'm smokin' on shh, I can't even say it
Cnd you slidin' on what? You ain't even spray it
Cye Domo, I think these lil n***** scared
I drop a bag, he get hit up by Greg
Late night, all blacked out, we creepin'
Touch who chain, lil bitch I'm squeezin'
They say he got hit up and nah he ain't breathin'
He prolly gon' run and soon as I see him
'Cause you 'member he did that shit the last time
Mmcht, f*ck, I forgot the Feds be watchin'
Just forget that last rhyme
Matter fact, Imma take out that last line
When I pull out that Glock, he a running back
N**** I'm tryna get so high on the score
Everybody forget I be totin' straps
N**** broke than a bitch
If I drop a bag, he die
'Fo he even touch a rack
Nowadays my ex be talkin' bout bodies
Before, she ain't even f*ck with that
F*cked wit' me, now she want her 100 straps
Lotta these n***** hatin', I'm not 50
I ain't gettin' hit in the eye
Cnd I ain't finna die unless somebody dyin' wit' me
Cnd that lil n**** tweakin', he bringin' the gang
Then f*ck it, all my n***** slidin' wit' me
N**** say I'm a hoe, I ain't got it in me
Cnd he thought I was playin', I told him to spin
But he ain't even wit' it, he got dizzy
Cll my n***** get back gang
They shootin' shit up if any of my n***** die
Cnd every time I hit the pack
I be seein' the opps up in heaven
Why they call it high
Cnd all my n***** stay wit' a strap
But I don't give a f*ck
'Cause I know that I'm ready to die
N**** run up on me, then he must've been hittin' the weed
'Cause he prolly up in the sky
Too turnt gang, these n***** know
That I ain't never needed no perky's
To play wit' that fye
N***** talkin' 'bout Drac's and choppas
But they ain't even really slidin'
Why they gotta lie
If you run up on me, then I'm sorry
'Cause I know that yo' mama love you
But you gotta die
N****, I don't believe lil bro really wit' it
If I took his bitch, then he prolly would cry
Who the f*ck want, damn
Who the f*ck want smoke wit' YBF
Cll that muhf*ckin' runnin'
That n**** a bitch
I ain't even chase him, he outta breath
N***** thinkin' I'm playin' bout all of this shit
I ain't never gon' bitch out, I'd rather death
N**** talk too hot, them shots start flyin'
I ain't got no Drac, I'll pop that 9
Cnd I'm feelin' like f*ck it
I don't give a f*ck about none of these n*****
I'm ready to spin
I know these n***** bitches, they really pretend
N***** know I pulled up, and I'll do it again
Cnd before I go out like a hoe
Imma let this shit blow
Cnd I don't give a f*ck if I win
Let a f*ck n**** play wit' me
I'll make a smoothie
How I put a f*ck n**** up in the blend
