Gang, ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy I'm on some different ***, ayy, yuh, gang They like, damn, boy, you got your own flow You on some different *** This hoe gettin' on my nerves, I need a different bitch I don't wear designer, I be steppin' in some simple *** Oh, yeah, I'm finna pop my *** like a pimple, bitch Tell me how you hatin' on a nigga you don't even know Hoes be out here in the count, call me Pinocchio Hoes never switch up on the throne, I'm stickin' to the code Niggas hatin' on my emotion, this *** gettin' old Had my first show, I might hire bitch, front row White bitch look like Elsa, had to let her go I'm really steppin' in this, girl, I just had to let you know A nigga high, but sometimes I be feelin' low I'm finna run that money off, I need my hunnids on that road I'm in Tallahassee, nigga, uh, with a Seminole Got a nigga snappin' back-to-back, I'm really in that mode Jump inside that Trackhawk and I'ma whip it like some dope Jump inside that Trackhawk, yeah, you can hear the motive I be kissin' Mary Jane, you can smell the odor Youngstead again, wiseass, I'm gettin' over I need a blunt, I be cold, my heart be gettin' colder I'm John Cena in this ride, no, you ain't seein' me It's a bad white bitch, she come from Tennessee I ain't ***in' with that G, he ain't no friend of me But Tyler snappin' on the beat, you feel the energy That nigga raw as ***, I'm already knowin' I was talkin' to Lennar, he told me keep goin' I just jump up on the beat and I just keep flowin' I be runnin' up a check, the money steady growin' I be runnin' up a check, I want my money twenty-two I'ma put my nigga on him, so now we all ball On all ten, standin' tall, I can't never fall A nigga feel like John Wall, I just want a ball I be on the paper race, gettin' to the cave If he ain't on the money chase, then we can't relate A nigga feel like Frosty Flakes, I been feelin' great You won't catch me in the mix, a nigga, I had to walk away You can tell a nigga brutal, look into my eyes I be kissin' Mary Jane, right now we in the sky Uh, uh, uh, uh, feelin' like that guy Kick that bitch straight out the spot, tell the ho goodbye I get dumb on the beat, but I be movin' wise You can't see me in this wrap, it ain't no need to try It ain't no need to try