You claim you on my ass

No you not (Ayye)

I'm on the block (Ayye)

Junkies runnin' in and out the spot (trap!)

Don't run from shit, but the cops (Ayye) (what)

Dirty Glocks (Yeah,yeah) (uh)

Cause all these niggas wanna do is pocket watch

Back in high school, I was the pretty bitch wit loud

Now, I'm so lit they download my shit on soundcloud

Still be mobbin' wit lil demons

Always hollerin' pop out

And I still got some of these goofy bitches scared

Come out the house

Still be on the opposition shit, wit 100 rounds

If a pussy nigga wanna try his luck it's man down

Still be switchin up the rentals

When I'm goin' outta town

If she get that package here

You know I gotta stupid brick

You mad about that nigga, what the fuck? (Ayye)

Try yo luck (Ayye)

I can't get him off my ass, bitch. He stuck (Ayye)

Pussy thats too musty, he gon' fuss

Now he mad at my ass, cause I ain't fuck

Gotta go, yo uber pullin up

I'm get on you later

24-cut

Next time, I might fuck off a taper

And don't ever get confused, nigga

I am not no chaser

Any bitch that pillow talk, is simply a hater

Vezzo, where you at? I heard you got a new flavor

Glock 19, it hold 30 wit a laser

I'm greedy wit the pros

Don't fix yo mouth fo a favor

Trappin' like the 80s

Junkie hit me on the pager

Damn right, bitch

I don't move without the pole

Imma spin a nigga block, then spin again

Let me reload

Bitches buggin, till I hit em' wit a glitch

And now she froze

They forgot that I'm a demon

Had to let they ass know