I don’t make friends

Trust will put you in the dirt

Yo homies might just get you murked

Not from my ends

Bitch got the Glock up her skirt

Shawty here putting in work

Bitch I’m a clerk

You getting paid on the first

And I’m at yo door on the third

Won’t say a word

I put yo ass on the news

And all of the footage is blurred

Call that shit

Black jack

Pulling they cards

Don’t care who you are

I pull on yo boulevard

In a hatch back

With an AR

I make yo body all blue

Like you in avatar

King of this shit I’m the czar where my crown at

Why the fuck yall looking down bad

You not an artist ,you tief and you copy

You sound jack

We ain’t be playing around that

We ain’t just playing

I came here to win

Come here I might check ya chin

Bitch like where you been

I got like 15 let me come

Nut on that grin

Like I just pulled the pin

Better go vacate

Better go get out

Smoking on antidote

Don’t let it get out

I feel like jimi

I’m high in the red house

That bitch is crazy

Put my cigarette out

When I’m off blow

I might fight

Playing with me

I send you in the air

Like a satellite

Bitch I got no appetite

You can get waxed w the burner

Not talking bout candle light

I tell yo bitch open wide

She in the bricks

It’s ironic

We cut up a k of white

Y’all wanna talk every time

Bitch get yo money up

I’m in my bag talking samsonite

Pussy

Shut the fuck when I talk now

Yall wanted smoke then pull up to the crib and I promise you ain’t gonna walk out

I be like

Pussy

Lil bitch u best get the message

I take what whatever I mofucking want while u out sucking dick for percentage

I got a bovine dick I let hang

Shawty want eat my spit what can I say

I been broke than a bitch but I’m on my way

I miss that coke drip but I

Might have to settle for k

Bumping retch out the whip

Siren I dip

Rolling on E I put 5 in whip

Somebody please better come end my shit

I might just clean out yo crib then I go sell yo drip

Boy get a grip

No I mean really bitch

Go get a grip

I got an oz we breaking downs zips

That girl a trophy I heisman that bitch

I feel like tony soprano when I talk my shit

Y’all go head and just quit

I feel like tony soprano when I got that grip

Bullets go right through yo rib

When I’m off blow

I might fight

Playing with me

I send you in the air

Like a satellite

Bitch I got no appetite

You can get waxed w the burner

Not talking bout candle light

I tell yo bitch open wide

She in the bricks

It’s ironic

We cut up a k of white

Y’all wanna talk every time

Bitch get yo money up

I’m in my bag talking samsonite