Active
Bullets are radioactive
You are not active
Choppas are massive
Flashing I'm super attractive
No one is passive
Keeping em captive
Ruling so call me a captain
Touching the money and moving adaptive
Catch em I beat em combative
Tell my lil brother he making him flattened
Fashions
My passions
Do all the actions I say in my captions
Fractions
We fasten
Speeding through dollas and paying assassins
Fallen he tumble a injury
Cop me some Bali and smoking the victory
No they can't solve it's a mystery
I starting sliding cause he's looking slippery
He scream that he kill us we see him we flipping him
Claim I'm too busy a hitta I'm tipping him
Choppa stay shredding keep cutting and ripping him
Speak of a oppy I'm smoking and sipping him
That's a tough lil boy uhhh ruling the set for a century
30 Will bungle his memories
Customization accessories
Calling the pluggy directory
Smoking and selling my treasury
Green and the blue on my elderly
Choosing new bitches like every
Woh
Choosing new bitches like every
Aiming to live in the Beverly
Fazo you finance so cleverly
Sucking up everything left of me
I am too flashy not moving ahead of me
You try to clap me get hit with a pedigree
Reaching for baggies and sacky with weaponry
Why is tinted you know you ain't hitting shit
Leaving him winded with bullets imprinted in
How did I know caused and predicted it
Pain is the reg and that's due to inflicting it
He scream that he kill us we see him we flipping him
Claim I'm too busy a hitta I'm tipping him
Choppa stay shredding keep cutting and ripping him
Speak of a oppy I'm smoking and sipping him
Collecting connections for rainy days
Selecting affections for rainy days
The way that my piece hit so many ways
Was trappin exotic for any raise
Straight stunting on niggas I'm who they praise
In pussy I freestyle and make a phrase
Straight shinin ain't dying beyond the grave
Love paper turn Kings into petty slaves
What is your profit
Being the greatness becoming a prophet
I could just tell that that nigga don't got it
The paper like vomit and stuffed ina pocket
The clothes that I'm rockin be fancy like robbin
Callen me poppin for fashion I'm coppin
I swear ima goblin in private I'm moppin
I'm used to the robbin that oppy I shot him
Ain't lying I got him for hating my shoppin
You are not active
Choppas are massive
Flashing I'm super attractive
No one is passive
Keeping em captive
Ruling so call me a captain
Touching the money and moving adaptive
Catch em I beat em combative
Tell my lil brother he making him flattened
Fashions
My passions
Do all the actions I say in my captions
Fractions
We fasten
Speeding through dollas and paying assassins
Fallen he tumble a injury
Cop me some Bali and smoking the victory
No they can't solve it's a mystery
I starting sliding cause he's looking slippery
He scream that he kill us we see him we flipping him
Claim I'm too busy a hitta I'm tipping him
Choppa stay shredding keep cutting and ripping him
Speak of a oppy I'm smoking and sipping him
That's a tough lil boy uhhh ruling the set for a century
30 Will bungle his memories
Customization accessories
Calling the pluggy directory
Smoking and selling my treasury
Green and the blue on my elderly
Choosing new bitches like every
Woh
Choosing new bitches like every
Aiming to live in the Beverly
Fazo you finance so cleverly
Sucking up everything left of me
I am too flashy not moving ahead of me
You try to clap me get hit with a pedigree
Reaching for baggies and sacky with weaponry
Why is tinted you know you ain't hitting shit
Leaving him winded with bullets imprinted in
How did I know caused and predicted it
Pain is the reg and that's due to inflicting it
He scream that he kill us we see him we flipping him
Claim I'm too busy a hitta I'm tipping him
Choppa stay shredding keep cutting and ripping him
Speak of a oppy I'm smoking and sipping him
Collecting connections for rainy days
Selecting affections for rainy days
The way that my piece hit so many ways
Was trappin exotic for any raise
Straight stunting on niggas I'm who they praise
In pussy I freestyle and make a phrase
Straight shinin ain't dying beyond the grave
Love paper turn Kings into petty slaves
What is your profit
Being the greatness becoming a prophet
I could just tell that that nigga don't got it
The paper like vomit and stuffed ina pocket
The clothes that I'm rockin be fancy like robbin
Callen me poppin for fashion I'm coppin
I swear ima goblin in private I'm moppin
I'm used to the robbin that oppy I shot him
Ain't lying I got him for hating my shoppin
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Writer(s): Fariq Thomas
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