Yo, what's in your name?
I just said it's me
Fuckin' people, I ain't got name
So I hit that nigga with that motherfuckin' sign
Nigga, hold up, lock away
I'm really sendin' it, so don't give me
Niggas, I'ma feel like I ain't
I'ma get back with them killers
And I'm gettin' that work
I'ma sell my stuff, I'ma feel like I ain't
The cover's duckin' the fence
All of them niggas, and then she take it
What's the work you finna get to?
The headshots, man, that nigga
Niggas go behind that wall and they turn
She ride that thing, you know that motherfucker out
Niggas on the block, wanna rap
Go above my cell, don't got nothing for it
Lose these on my hand and I'm up
Y'all just feelin' that * in the scene
To the pad, just for the rap
So I'm gonna have my money round
Niggas fold you like a noob
Even to the money, know that I need more
Baby, I did it to the money, now I can't work
I'ma get back with them killers
Send that nigga to the
achter like Burn Twitter
Cause that absorbing him will kill you
It's still the nigga heading up
To a 20 guitar
Your gan- your gan- my niggas can't game
The nigga up in that scene
Is never will to * you, bitch
They had to fool
Watch your baby and you know they
Know this nigga made the wrong move
Rob Payne jazz ass
Now with that * fed
The nigga right in front of us
How I get know that we bringing
Superbad
Niggas talkin' people
And that nigga with that motherfuckin' style
Young nigga on the block on me
I'm releasin' it here so don't get me fellin'
Knockin' niggas off my face
I get away with them killers, they get me
In the streets and I'm gettin' it
Inside myself, I feel like a young boy
These undercovers, they're in the face
And that nigga's in the streets, they got no offense
And what you work, you finna get a taste
Headshots, now that nigga have face
Niggas go behind that wall and they taste
Shoot by that *, you know that my world
Young niggas on the block on me
But my soul don't gotta make phone calls
But my soul don't gotta make phone calls