All that cappin' in your song won't get your bitch have no respect Playin' five might knock a n***a off the court with this new tech Call the ***, we'll chase her off, cause my dumb ass forgot to stretch Pulse outside your heart, first thing come out the door, gon' get it worse Lil' bro *** up in the head, he tryna send shots outta hers Dependin' on how many percs I'm on, but I'm gon' let him shoot up a church They gon' lay back in my cell, and smokes out all the Bible verses My step a Christian, before we slide, he gotta read the Bible first When it smoke, we might kidnap your kids to hit you where it hurt The block is hot and bitch, I'm hot, boy, I feel like LaTerre Stiff on my bitch like I'm Michelle McCoy, my cleats don't leave the turf Spent a thousand on my shoes, spent four hundred on my jeans Spent five hundred on my shirt, spent two-fifth on my sock Spent a hundred on my draw, spent six-fifty for this Glock Ten at a time to whack him off, until they dead, I never stop Ooh, I just look down at my wrist and see my diamonds bustin' When I come around, they barely talk, I'm mindin' my discussion I can't do no argue with no bitch, let her do all the fussin' Better watch her mouth, she make me mad, put dick on all her brothers I'm an ATL with Lauren Lundy, tryna get some cuttas Twenty-one, but I ain't got twenty dollars, boy, go get some money I be here all along, got a perc, I don't need hunnids I just cut my hand and seen a fifty, bitch, I bleed money I be outta town, kickin' ***, I got Bruce Lee money Thought he was a robber, heard a bomb, ain't takin' nothin' from me Hit her from the back, face in the pillar, she just keep comin' Soon as I blew up from my mobile, seen the beef comin' I was backseat ridin' with that steel, tryna bleed somethin' I'ma treat the steel like a keyboard when I delete somethin' These dead n****s fuckin' on my lawn Might stop fuckin' them Project Hulk and be puttin' my dick in no bomb Street n***a, I had to soar, I used to survive off of crumbs We was young and dumb, want that focus, I'm ready to roam Murder, that's ten bands, double homicide, that's a twenty ball Triple homicides, I'm thirty-five, let bro whack all of y'all Know he ain't ***, slide that ball, gon' ride, I'm dyin' behind my dawg Five percent to run, he can't even see my face behind the phone Know you see the eyes up on this floor and look just like a frog Antony, she get gangsta, n****s run straight to the neck I like havin' in your soul, won't get your bitch, I ain't no respect Playin' foul, might knock a n***a off the court with this new tick Call the crew, I'ma chase her off, cause my dumb ass forgot to stretch Post outside your home for a thing, come out the door, gon' get it worse Lil' bro *** up in the head, he tryna send shots outta her Dependin' on how many percs I'm on with, I'm gon' let him shoot up a church They gon' lay back in my cell, and smoke Zyra, the Bible verse