Every nigga done played, finna see my case, laid for show, got all these chops, got one cash case, ain't buyin' no more till I get thrown, *, I don't give a * about fuckin' no hoes, so how you gon' still wanna get my low? I'm makin' this money bout all these songs, and I still ain't finna send one of my bros, boy, where the niggas that made that smoke?
Clap and the nigga made himself out for, niggas in the building got opps right now, cause I heard my niggas done made some ghosts, on there on black, all the opps gon' choke, when they think bout slide, don't fold, I'ma slap a nigga, blow the windows out, for you ever swing your dough, no one down west in the blue, them bands, that's bull, I done made some more, so I'ma put that niggas, gotta hate me more, cause I still got a ways to go, and I'm still on waves for sure, but it's * them J's if I hop on the road, when you get in my sidecar, blaze for sure, I try to hit it, me get laser, though, you live in a fan from Florida, deep in the water, like I'm a gator, though, let a bitch get me, no, still 20k more days to go, if you never want beef, I'ma kick it,
so I'm picking out a gun, who wet, I'ma aim for the target, then hit who look, nigga took my bro, can't lie, that shook me, damn J4, why you act like that, what *, just look where the world don't put me, and when they come watch me hit up a rookie, sing your best, don't say no pussy, when they come fish, I ain't never gon' hook, can't tell them my nigga, just tell them to book me, and I brung up myself in these streets, so all my philanthropy took, this nigga ain't with me, that nigga a enemy, I ain't got no frenemy, please tell me who the * gon' handle me, they hate on my music for sure, so everybody wanna dismantle me, never gon' back down, I stand for something, I don't need no nigga gon' stand for me, so the man you hit, be the man you see, till everything go on, be no people,
so kill that hope if you wanted to see, the bro hold it steady, he ready to read, damn got * wet, tinnitus on, self bleed, and cuz of that scene, leave your blood on the street, you know I wanna learn to this bitch on E, I'm up in every direction, you know I be ready, my mentor ain't never at ease, I'm riding in the yard, itching to blow, if I hear a crack in the leaf, one year ago nigga wasn't OG, gotta make a nigga call on Jesus, every son of my mama a beast, I been living like James Reese, you can call me shy I guess, wanna knock * off, not trying to speak, I ain't really that kind you see, everything about me rude as *, a lot of this * might be new to y'all, none of this * been new to us, nigga play with my family, and I better get stuff,
but tell me why a nigga finna lie to himself, well he know we the ones gon' * * up, he know who the * finna come out the club, he know who the * finna come in the club, he know who the * leave a vehicle stuck, know when we on you we hit * up, get on the op and we switchin' em up, know who the * got a blick in they hand, know who the ones ain't got * talk, put over there tryna blick at us, and them niggas ain't have no fun,