I ain't dissing nobody

Just facts

[Verse 1]

I just left Houston out with my twin

Remember Rob G used to pull up in the Benz

This a treehouse we got sticks

Dev-G in NY like he played for the Knicks

It's like 20 on my fist

Watanabe on my fit

I just uh I just what?

Put that jewelry on my bitch

Niggas hating niggas cappin

Niggas must had got me twisted

On the net throwing tantrums

Niggas acting like they bitches

On the net if it's static

That ain't beef that's on my children

You my son I'm yo daddy

Boy I can't beef with my children

Aye

[Pre-Hook]

I can't tell a lie

If I'm lying I'd be flying

By your hand ain't dying

I put that on Zion

I can't tell a lie

If I'm lying I'd be flying

But by your hand ain't dying

No

[Hook]

He wanna be gangsta

Wanna be just like him

Only ever hеard the hammer bang

When it's at him

Hе wanna be gangsta

Wanna be like EA Sosa

That boy must not keep a toaster

Should've kept his people closer

Pop champagne and pour mimosa

Wonder why these bitches closer

My outfit a chefs kiss like I stood under mistletoe

My crown like my necklace

That DMP the 13 though

I knew that I had it at 11 12

A 13 year old

[Verse 2]

I hit licks like Baskin-Robbins

Lean withdrawals my head been throbbing

Ask Batman he know we robbin

Snakes with me the house of dragons

Carpets in this bitch aladdin

CDav say let's get it crackin

T.Roy said let's get it brackin

Play with me it's ending tragic

I don't want a bad bitch

I want baddest of the baddies

Seen it and I had to have it

Switch made this Glock automatic

I was in that paddy wagon

Took my belt my pants was sagging

Jojo my bro bro cuss I know that he bout that action

I was in that cell

Singing Rod Wave like Foolio

I ain't wear my durag

Now my braids look like Coolio's

I was wearing 501s

All starched up by Julio

We had called it Bonverse

I don't know what you was on

I don't where you was from

Wonder bout your people too

I would ask your partner them

None of them niggas speak to you

I would ask your brother

Or your homie if you had that

Getting shot ain't cool no more

Give 50Cent his gimmick back

I was filling bottles with that cough syrup like Similac

Hit that bitch and I forget her

Got that shit from Men in Black

I can't tell a lie

They'll hit your man and then forget em'

Got that shit from

Look

[Pre-Hook]

I can't tell a lie

If I'm lying I'd be flying

But by your hand ain't dying

I put that on Zion

I can't tell a lie

If I'm lying I'd be flying

I put that on Zion

[Hook]

He wanna be gangsta

Wanna be just like him

Only ever heard the hammer bang

When it's at him

He wanna be gangsta

Wanna be like EA Sosa

That boy must not keep a toaster

Should've kept his people closer

Pop champagne and pour mimosa

Wonder why these bitches closer

My outfit a chefs kiss like I stood under mistletoe

My crown like my necklace

That DMP that 13 though

I knew that I had it at 11 12

A 13 year old

I can't tell a lie

If I'm lying I'd be flying

Yeah by your hand ain't dying

I can't tell a lie

If I'm lying I'd be flying

But by your hand ain't dying

I put that on Jesus Christ