HEY

Cut your ass up like samurai

She looked my at wrist said she down to ride

I get the assist almost every time

Back in 09 used to be riding the bike

Back in the day I was hungry and fighting

Back in VA when the homies was riding

My flow is that flexible I’m flying through time zones

Don’t worry about me imma get mines tho

That boy in the studio I said imma a grinder

I smoke in my coupes i can't find my lighter

Stick to yourself your strength is a mindset

The show is sold out it’s probably my set

Get all your money collect it and hide it

We are all tryna vibe why you still lying

Brand nеw estate hair like a lion

Stay in my lanе yes don’t even try me

Your breath is too hot you need some trident

The pool is so big I need me a diver

I dropped in my Rolex it turned to my iceberg

I put it on me because you not trying

I sting like a bee I said im a fighter

I'm going insane

You b*tches can't fight it

Put in my fist cause I had to get more

I bring up my city I bring it on tour

They mostly just tweaking I’m fire for sure

I rap for the class they said I’m fake

I rap for myself I bought an estate

Driving real fast you all in my way

OG I toke smoke in your face

Need me a goth thick in the waist

Know it’s the vibe when you real and ain’t fake

Look at the timing you’ll see your mistakes

F*ck who you are i go golden state

Sleeping on me was your biggest mistake

He balling for real he sneakers ain’t laced

I’m sitting in cribs bigger than cities

Bad yellow bone she don’t like your civi

She calling my phone I hang up I’m busy

You tryna to kill me you prolly just missed me

Blessed by the lord this shit ain’t a theory

I’m going in dumb I keep me a blizzy

I twist and lick her and suck on her titty

Be rapping so long I’ll prolly be 50

You b*tches can't hit me

You b*tches can't trick me

Shoutout my homie and still grinding records

I am so fly i thought I had feathers

Call up my bro we fucked her together

Slide in the whip

I creep through the ghetto

I was like 10

Found a gun in the yard

You ain’t from the hood

I don’t know who you are

Been rapping so long

I accept all my flaws

I’m playing my hand

Don’t fold for the law

F*ck all da ops

I’m screaming on god

Ran through the house

It took me two songs

Fucked her in the back

And drove her right home

I’m busy Lil b*tch

I’ll see you tomororw