Mikey More**

Shoot at a nigga

Run down his Patna

Boot me up

I got the hands of a boxer

Empty the safe

Scope on the choppa

Cross me nigga

I won’t hesi to ball ya

Fast with a clap

Glock or the cheek

Bag on the map

Charge a band for a feat

Grams ion grab

Only asking for P’s

And her nigga a stand in

She waiting on me

That fashion I got

It my dry up yoo drip

And since I’m such a baller

I’m guarding the rim

Baby Attached

Side bitch gon interfere

And if i wanted I get it again

Call me the landlord since I’m running homes

And every lick that meet Ima use

Fuxk on his mama

Now I’m the papi

Make that lil nigga go to his room

Beast hit her backend

Mark her ahh up now she screaming in accents

Lubaton looks with cardia glasses

Laminate license to kill then I pass em

Each of my niggas you try us we blasting

Hunnid 20 while I speed I ain’t fastened

Fuckin with me then it might get you robbed

Move and you dead I don’t know how it happen

Alibi’s so it won’t get you caught

Chef**

I’m a stand up nigga two feet down 10 toes where the floor is

Your bitch knees right next to ‘em

You already know where ya hoe is

Don’t cry she give everybody brain

She a open mind like my clothes is

He mad he sending shots on Twitter

I’m sending mine with a scope lens

The trap a washer machine

Got a nigga bringing loads in

And if he ain’t on the team

He getting skimped out his tokens

The pack stank yeah it reek

We in here selling halitosis

Yeah you niggas got the drip

But I’m dirty dishes, I’m soaking

You see me in the club yeah I’m rolling I’m on everything but some hoe shit

Yeah a young nigga got a lot but that ain’t stopping me from taking yo shit

Tell a young nigga calm

He too caught up in emotions

Tell your mama I ain’t playing with her son

Stupid bitch I got my own Jit

And don’t you dare forget