Pistol
Fuck up a check
Go at ya neck
Niggas is just tryna flex
Yeah, i know that I'm blessed
I am too blessed
I don't need ice on my neck
I need a check on a check
I know that I'm next
So, I'm come with the best
Fuck her, then on to the next
Back to the check
But, I'm not tryna just flex
Niggas tryna be my enemies
I'm rappin' bullet holes
They can take ten of these
Niggas is hatin' me
Give them no energy
I call it suicide
Please, do not step to me
Speak on my name
Please, do not mention me
Show up like candyman
Split you in 2 or 3
Niggas is lame
Y'all can not hang with me
Rap out my pain
This is not new to me
You niggas know that
I am too hot
I will not risk it
You betta stop
Come to my city
You might get popped
Gotta stay focus
Eyes on the top
Ain't takin' L's
You with me or not
Either way
I'm at the top
I ain't got options
I will not flop
I am not lyin'
I will not flop
Pussy sweeter than a cinnabon
Hella happy when them bands come
(Cake)
Hold the money like it's ransom
Bitches tellin' me i'm handsome
Stealin' souls, like I'm shang tsung
I'm just tryna get my bands up
I'm just tryna get my fans up
I'm just get my fam good
Rappin', Rappin, Rappin,
This the shit i
This all i do
You already know what it is
I'ma keep fuckin' doin' this man
Y'all niggas ain't
Y'all niggas ain't ready
For this one man
Y'all might as well stay in y'all lane
I'm climbin' to the top nigga
Go at ya neck
Niggas is just tryna flex
Yeah, i know that I'm blessed
I am too blessed
I don't need ice on my neck
I need a check on a check
I know that I'm next
So, I'm come with the best
Fuck her, then on to the next
Back to the check
But, I'm not tryna just flex
Niggas tryna be my enemies
I'm rappin' bullet holes
They can take ten of these
Niggas is hatin' me
Give them no energy
I call it suicide
Please, do not step to me
Speak on my name
Please, do not mention me
Show up like candyman
Split you in 2 or 3
Niggas is lame
Y'all can not hang with me
Rap out my pain
This is not new to me
You niggas know that
I am too hot
I will not risk it
You betta stop
Come to my city
You might get popped
Gotta stay focus
Eyes on the top
Ain't takin' L's
You with me or not
Either way
I'm at the top
I ain't got options
I will not flop
I am not lyin'
I will not flop
Pussy sweeter than a cinnabon
Hella happy when them bands come
(Cake)
Hold the money like it's ransom
Bitches tellin' me i'm handsome
Stealin' souls, like I'm shang tsung
I'm just tryna get my bands up
I'm just tryna get my fans up
I'm just get my fam good
Rappin', Rappin, Rappin,
This the shit i
This all i do
You already know what it is
I'ma keep fuckin' doin' this man
Y'all niggas ain't
Y'all niggas ain't ready
For this one man
Y'all might as well stay in y'all lane
I'm climbin' to the top nigga
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Writer(s): Gameyell Le'mon Driver
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