I’m sick of these niggas, bro

Once again

We gon hit this hoe one more time

Ay yea

It’s time to go rack it up

You ain’t gon bag it

I’m confident nothing you want

Is gon happen

You sit on ya ass

You letting it go

The option to do it is up to you so

Don’t hate on a nigga

Cause they bout to pop

You up on the internet

Fingers don’t stop

You post on the gram

And talk like you hot

It‘s sad that

You postin them stories a lot

Just give it up nigga

We been the hottest

I come with that shit

400 degrees

Juveniles know

That I been a soldier

Out in these streets

You fuckin on me

And it’s hands on ya throat

Just watch how I dance

I’m jiggin and juggin

I stole all ya hoes

Oh noo

I been the same since I was a jit

No I ain’t from florida

All my niggas they keep it 100

When I’m in this bitch

Hop in the booth

I’m spittin with public

How does he do it?

Well shit I be thuggin

And making these hits

It’s all that I wanted

Since I was a kid

I knew it was comin

How did this happen?

You know I been on it

Can’t be a plug

Instead I’m a lyrical killa

You drop me a rack

The deal is conducted

Bitch