That boy all talk

A glutton for pain

Pull up in that hawk

Then we let it rain

Glock 47

I call it my cane

711, for woods

For the gang

Then imma sprint

Don’t get me hot

He get the hint

That he just a thot

Say she my bitch

We both know she not

I’m on like a switch

They want what I got

I’ll be making some noise ‘fore I’m 23

I’m off of passion, the loud and the Hennessy

Say she hate me, it’s love tho we friendemies

Got the juice now yo bitch wanna lemon squeeze

Boy I want some mms like the chocolate

Time was running too fast had to hawk it

If I feel disrespect up a octave

Get to going too far imma off this

Get too pushing my buttons I’ll blow

Put the dick on his lip imma go

Load the clip get it lit that’s fasho

In my bag like a chip from the sto

Bitch I’m balling like Kobe, Mike Mamba

He my test my experiments like jamba

Came for checkings I don’t want no drama

But I’m the one finna pop on my mama

That boy all talk

A glutton for pain

Pull up in that hawk

Then we let it rain

Glock 47

I call it my cane

711, for woods

For the gang

Then imma sprint

Don’t get me hot

He get the hint

That he just a thot

Say she my bitch

We both know she not

I’m on like a switch

They want what I got

Pull up for the women

Find me a thot

I don’t got no limit

Like mast p and flock

Bro license suspended

I’ll call him a car

When they think we finished

We still wanting war

Whore

Y’all too accustomed to losing

I’m finna blow bitch I’m fusing

Leaving that ho she confusing

Glide pass and no no excising

Hard on the beat I’m abusing

Knock on yo door like bitch who’s in

We throw out shots by the dozen

Fucking on yo mom and cousin

That boy all talk

A glutton for pain

Pull up in that hawk

Then we let it rain

Glock 47

I call it my cane

711, for woods

For the gang

Then imma sprint

Don’t get me hot

He get the hint

That he just a thot

Say she my bitch

We both know she not

I’m on like a switch

They want what I got