Stand on biz nigga

Why you flexin' paper? That ain't shit, nigga

If you ain't my hoe, I ain't did shit with you

Micro ARP, that shit a big pistol

Why you lyin'? Bitch, if it was beef, I would've been hit you

Spin the benz they call me Nukes, lil' nigga, slide with big missiles

Do the math, lil' nigga, I put that switch on this shit, six pistols

Huh, huh, equivalent exchange, nigga

Cut off all my friends so I can run me up some fame, nigga

Put a hole inside his chest, he walk around like dame nigga

How the Fuck, I owe you bread because I played the game with you

Yeah, her body Tea and yeah, I'm Tea, it's not the same, nigga

Huh, ran me up some laps, huh

Countin' up some plaques, huh

Shout out nigga Max, huh

Seen them rats creeping in I put some traps down

This a big-ass boom, how that Glock sound

Try to fight my fuckin' pack and he got knocked out

Man down

That's that Jax pack, we don't do handouts

Fanned out

17 I been the shit, y'all niggas turnin' man now

Fuckin' up the bag, only time you see my pants down

Huh, never let my mans down

He was talkin' shit, I called him up and now he blammed down

Tell the hoes to bring a chair because I cannot stand them

First class mad as hell because its finna land now

I been high in the air all day

Count up man blue as hell call it all state

In the function, rude as hell, askin' what we all make

Since he talkin' down, send him up, meet Harambe

Fuck, nigga