[Intro]

(Oh, 5StarChrome)

Huh, uh, huh, uh, huh

Yeah

[Verse]

My daddy was the dope man all I know is get some money

S600 I bounce out trim know how the fuck I’m coming

My mama out the hood the guys good that’s all I ever wanted

I used to rock dirty ass jeans in the crib with junkies

Pretty ass Glock on my waist in case shit get ugly

Off the top rope to the bowl bitch I’m Spike Dudley

On my waistline I got the pole I wish you might touch me

I could fight good as shit but I like to let my Glock fight for me

I’m that mother fucking nigga bitch and I feel like that rightfully

She said “Papi pop that shit everyday” bitch I got the right to be

I’m the type nigga pop my shit on the beat and I don’t even like the beat

I’m your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, and that nigga ain’t nice as me

Sit your five dollar ass down who gave you the right to speak?

I’m a motha fuckin’ dealer you in your feelings trying to type to me

If it’s on I’m trying to bump you type nigga that’s trying to type the beef

He used to be the man until them niggas went and spike his weed

Bitch I’m from the bottom of the bottom it ain’t shit I ain’t seen

Bitch I turned nothing into something they mad that it’s me

I’ve been in this shit since a baby you just had to see it

Though my mom crazy everyday she like “Hay dios mía”

Lil’ Cuz’ work that fucking ARP like he a navy seal

They gave bro pills cause he crazy but I think the nigga crazy still

They think it’s different cause I got some money bitch I’m shady still

Baby mama hate me but that bitch a have my baby still

Had a gun when you seen him right?

That nigga don’t play for real

On a bad day that nigga might shoot you in your face for real

I blew through Empire money I’m still having paper still

Me I could decline you the type that need to take the deal

I pull up Porsche or Beamer bitch who the fuck wanna race the wheel?

Them niggas wanted beef well bitch I’m about to up the stakes for real

Bro a bounce and go ape a nigga face get peeled

Talking to himself that nigga say he see faces still

Where I come from tell you that shit ain’t safe for real

Bitch, I got shot I got out I went to play the field

I ain’t OVO but my hood know, I know Drake for real

Way from down the street you hear a beep in this bitch for real

Serving X I just dropped a six in my ginger ale

Ummi know I’m with the shit she tell me “Baby give em’ hell” (Give them hell)

On the men before I switch they can have me life In Jail

Pulled a Bentley out the pot (Pot)

Don’t give a fuck about a record deal

Them bum ass niggas, niggas signing them niggas need the pape for real (Pay for real)

I’m super stiff on a bitch she can’t get a break for real (For real)

Bitch keep starting at my mouth I got laser grill (Laser grill)

Drac’ get to saying all kind of shit this bitch like Lazerdim

It’s water in my mouth (In my mouth)

Bitch said she wanna take a swim

I’ve been balling since I came in bitch I made the gym

Going off the roof when I shoot bitch I’m above the rim

Said I was done with this shit right back in the club again

Back out the bankroll I don’t know how many dubs get spend

Fucking bad hoes then go home and say “I love my bitch”

I hit the bathroom I got right then made her suck my dick (My dick)

If she get fed up want to leave bye I don’t give two shits

The Carti’s got prescriptions if she tripping bitch I don’t see shit

You know how many times in my life I heard “I won’t be shit”

Ha, ha, ha stupid bitch that’s why I turned out rich

You get out the bed ain’t brush your teeth you already on my dick

It’s all in your head nigga you can’t fuck with me for shit (Shit)

Nigga can’t walk in my shoes ‘cause the shoes don’t fit (Don’t fit)

I feel like MC Hammer at the bowl, I’m too legit to quit (Quit)

If you don’t wanna see me ball then

Close your eyes or slit your wrist (Slit your wrist)