MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmI done spent it like a mixed tape,catch up with your crib if you readin' this, it's too lateWhen the chopper had a nigga,now he runnin' like a track raceCatch a nigga while he waitin' on his dinner,cut his head off,leave his ass with a full plateNigga talkin' *, put the metal to his mouth,now I call his ass Bryce FaithI done spent it like a mixed tape,catch up with your crib if you readin' this, it's too lateWhen the chopper had a nigga,now he runnin' like a track raceCatch a nigga while he waitin' on his dinner,cut his head off,leave his ass with a full plateNigga talk a *,put the metal to his mouth,now I call his ass Bryce's faceIn yo bitch, shuffle grams like a sweet steak,I'ma eat her ass like a cheesecakeNow we back to my place,bust on her face,on my nut like a toothpasteStraight up in his crib like a summer,I'ma smack him through his face,do a thing he had a lipstick onBryce on his head,hella ice like a sled,make a nigga freeze up like FrozonePut the comb to a nigga dome,now his ass stuck like it need a couple chromosomesI met your dog like a ding dong,I'll sue you like ping pongIn yo bitch, say my name like I'm Mike Jones,I'ma eat her ass like some neck bonesChop a ring like a telephone,shoot him in the stomach,you would think a nigga belly goneSee I rap like a singer long and I get a plan on their phone like a ringtoneBig dick, king kong, take it to the crib and I put the whole d-mallI just got some cash on the flip set,buy you a piece of chopstick,you playing for the patriotsFirst never suck it,I'm a god in the heavens,when I die I'm a legend on my Drake *Pull up on your block with the banana clip,if a nigga lacking I'ma turn him to banana splitI just should chop *,body up in peace,pick it up with some chopsticksPull up to the scene with a fat bitch,so you know I'm finna eat her ass like some catfishI pull up like skrrr,peep out the window then I have to pop *Like how bout we kill *,we gon' * around crack a bitch like a bass hitI can turn your bitch,mic big, shorty at a head,* around and write right *Tell em nah, pronounce em dead, land up on their bodies like a mountains on a bedMake some niggas try to run,shoot em in the side,make em do the stanky legIf you like then you dead,face shots, put your eyeballs back to your headNiggas think it's sweet to lose blood *,now we not responding to nobody like it's phone deadI ain't even going for his head,test shot, leak it, how it look like it's standing for the pledgeGot a bad bitch layin' in my bed Watch Spongebob while she give me fantastic headWatch a girl in the backseat sweatin' like an athlete Now she on top like a bunk bedGods, pointed at his head Colors,that's a ball of hot pussy, nigga, spreadFour niggas got the whole world doin' it Got niggas teed up like a body on a crucifixMe and my squad,we a finished bitch Niggas talkin' *,we act a fool like LudacrisWith your bitch, make a movie clip Slide in the crib and eat her ass like tuna fishI come through, shoot a * Body drop,I had a U-Haul,come and move this *Shooters goin' crazy like some lunatic Who's this fit?Fill a nigga up, his medulla splitNigga we not new to this,true to this.Passing hoes to my bro,we be yelling up his *.Turn up.Turn up.Money, money, money,money,money,money, money, money.We be running to the money,man.Huh?Money, money,money, money, money, money.Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up.Hell naw.Take that * out.