Armed

Ayy, ayy

Yea you can smell it, dont touch it
I'm smoking on McDonald nuggets
We came up from shit, it was rugged
Everybody around me was hustlin
So i had to go get me some money
Bitch i told you i came up from nothing
Bitch I told you I came up from, hol'up.

20 racks and I'm still eating Rudys
You get caught, you ain't get it from 2z
All this shit i went through, really moved me
Nigga shut up, you niggas can't fool me
And i noticed the fuck shit these niggas be doin
But i just be playing it cordial
When you finally make it up out of that
Jungle you know, you ain't coming out normal
I got a thing for these big booty
Bitches and i got a thing for them cougars
5 minutes before I'm nutting, I'm already calling a uber (haha)

My bitch got a ass, repusha (its fat)
You ain't got no balls, you neutered
Niggas talkin that shit i just mute them
They gon do they lil thing on computers
I don't care how loud you yelling on the mic
Lil buddy, that shit ain't gonna make you realer
I keep this glock at my waist
I dont pull this bitch out, everytime i got to take me a picture

My momma said"baby your ass a lil crazy"
Before I was rapping, these niggas was hating
Found me some sun, when it got a lil shady
They pass me the ball, and i drained a McGrady
First came the clouds, then came the rain
2z wasn't dick riding to get some fame
They said"damn that's a God damn shame
You're one of the coldest in the God damn game"
I was on lake june,sleeping at tonyas

Pull up to south dallas to smoke with my mama
I made a few racks, in that ugly ass honda
Now we fly american, eating lasagna
This bitch blow like a whistle
Like 2z what's coaching
You stay on your ten, cause that's what you supposed to do
But When you stand down, real niggas notice you
My bitch always bitching like bitch I'm so over you

Pshh
Ha
Bitch I'm so over you
Ha
Ay



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Writer(s): Angelo Zimmerle, Morisa Jackson
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