Intro

Bitch don't temp me
I'm about to get real high up in this bitch
I'm talking Bobby and Whitney
Sipping simply
I know 1 out of 10 homies shookk my hand gone try to plot me out and ditch me
Back door is real
Some niggas foul that's how's they get at you
Catch you off the perk they see you down and try to finish you
But I been pushing Casper
Str8 disaster bitch i been a fool
And they gone have to read a eulogy
A smoove criminal
They tattle jake
You see the jakes
I do the race
Need for speed
Spazzing chalky night
Not Rickey lake
seen a bad bitch
I had to pass
Won't take the bait
Cause if read between the lines
Den you the platter for the date
My bitch say I'm wilding
I'm just styling for the date
Ordered ribeye steak
For hard times on section 8
Use to smoking grams but I been facing
By the 8ths
I get the best of both worlds like 24 or number 8
I'm far from good lil bitch im great
I push my Ford for the escape
Lemon squeeze nigga please
You want stand to see the day
Enemies be frenimies
The ones who smiling to ya face
Let the metal tap his dome like it's a jigga watched em shake
I been smoking on exotic something harvest by the bay
Life been cool I can't complaint
I lost some soldiers fuckin shame
Ima load the 49er
Kapernicked you out the game
I be patient for to long
Let's strategize let's change the game
Motherfucker I'm here now
Chrome heart killer
Bloody Mary it's gametime
Deep up in the trenches
Hittin switches like Dame time
Leeching ain't no speaking
Oh you geeking for fame Wow
I know that some niggas hating
Been chilling on hiatus
You niggas had one job and didn't do it
No conversation
Well I'm about to snatch my fucking crown and need reparations
Out here getting commas
It bring drama
They love to hate it
I'm Home



Credits
Writer(s): Donnell Robinson
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