Mad at the world

Y'all got me pissed off

Quit callin me bro

I don’t fucc w yall

Niggas b laccin

Da choppa gon clap em

Face onna shirt

Tell dem boys to get active

Niggas tough onna gram

But really b bitches

Ain't friendly at all

All dem gloccs got switches

Taxin like Sam

If u want it

Come get it

No time to b sad

Aim da smith at ya fitted

Steppin w forces

Blacc gloves

And a pendent

Dey knowin who did it

Pillow Talkin like bitches

Shoot up ya city

Fuccin y'all bitches

Turnt in real life

Choppa gon spin em

Turnt in real life

Dat choppa gon hit em

Can see in his eyes

He ain’t gon go get it

Can tell by his stance

He really ain't spinnin

He flex onna gram

Dem raccs counterfeited

Won't hold out my hand

If I want it I get it

Won't throw no excuses

Had Healed from my bruises

Claim he hardbody

Den froze onna mission

Ian got no mind

We slidin w switches

Turn losses to lessons

Dis motion I'm havin

Gon make it w rappin

We out here

We trappin

We out here

We clappin

We ain't movin baccwards

Yo bitch all up on me

Doin splits n shit baccwards

P I M P

U kno dat dats me

Niggas mad bout a bitch

But yo bro ate dat cheese

How u fucc w a rat

And want beef w me

Niggas don't see da vision

Ight bruh I get it

But when im on top

It's fucc all u niggas

Free my dogs out da pound

Comin soon out da jungle

762’s

Quicc dey rip thru

Only fucc w a few

Tear up ya view

Introverted, asserted

Caught up in some shit

Slang dat iron w a purpose

Flash out on whoever

I swear Ian rappin

Bat a nigga real quicc

If he keep yappin

Dis Carolina shit

Capo just stamped it

Ain’t doin no runnin

Dat drake get to spazzin

Keep gassin dat boy

Send my youngin to clap em

Keep playin both sides

Gon flat line da pastor

Capo gon clap em