41
Man fuck it
Clicking on niggaz and going retarded
That boy is a square like the Madison Garden
Don't play with a gangster i'm more than a artist
Speak on my name I run in your apartment
These niggaz capping a lot
Tricking off spending the trap on a thot
Heart been cold i'm making it hot
Clutching this 30 you know what I got
I'm at your neck like a hickey
I'm in the whip with the blicky
Dropping the bag it left em shock
Straight out of Raleigh i'm fresh off the block
Might get fly and jump in a coupe
Dreads in my head i'm feeling like Snoop
Know how i'm coming i'm still in the Bity
Band on your head my shooter get litty
Yeah
Don't talk on the cell phone
My dick in a red bone
In the trap i'm well known
I get the bells gone
My younging wide open, watch me go make the assist
You don't really want it, i heard you got fronted you fumbled the pack like a bitch
Yeah
I'm on your ass like Ethika nigga
Pick out a strap I got several nigga
I put in work like you never do nigga
Yeah
Hitting that switch
Bossing up still getting head from a bitch
Scoring these numbers they putting up bricks
Swear to God they never made em like this
We got it lock til the summer
You a lame i'm blocking your number
Yeah
Scraping the pot
Gun in yo face i'm a take what you got
Yeah
Upgraded from average
Don't play with my status
I'm going ape just ran up a bag
Fuck on the bitch like a savage
We got it lock til the summer
You a lame i'm blocking your number
Yeah
Scraping the pot
Gun in yo face i'm a take what you got
Upgraded from average
Don't play with my status
I'm going ape just ran up a bag
Fuck on the bitch like a savage
Said they got on but they falling off quick
Why the fuck you on a real nigga dick
Shooting for 3 i'm setting a pick
I'm a show you what to do with the blick
Shut your mouth fore I expose you
I got the trap going global
Charge the game tell me the total
Lames gone always be local
Not losing my focus
All this cap shit is so bogus
I got the drip i'm fly like a lotus
Come to your door like a notice
You dissing the set i'm a make it your last
Back in my bag, cause these rap niggaz trash
Clicking on niggaz and going retarded
That boy is a square like the Madison Garden
Don't play with a gangster i'm more than a artist
Speak on my name I run in your apartment
These niggaz capping a lot
Tricking off spending the trap on a thot
Heart been cold i'm making it hot
Clutching this 30 you know what I got
I'm at your neck like a hickey
I'm in the whip with the blicky
Dropping the bag it left em shock
Straight out of Raleigh i'm fresh off the block
Might get fly and jump in a coupe
Dreads in my head i'm feeling like Snoop
Know how i'm coming i'm still in the Bity
Band on your head my shooter get litty
Yeah
Don't talk on the cell phone
My dick in a red bone
In the trap i'm well known
I get the bells gone
My younging wide open, watch me go make the assist
You don't really want it, i heard you got fronted you fumbled the pack like a bitch
Yeah
I'm on your ass like Ethika nigga
Pick out a strap I got several nigga
I put in work like you never do nigga
Yeah
Hitting that switch
Bossing up still getting head from a bitch
Scoring these numbers they putting up bricks
Swear to God they never made em like this
We got it lock til the summer
You a lame i'm blocking your number
Yeah
Scraping the pot
Gun in yo face i'm a take what you got
Yeah
Upgraded from average
Don't play with my status
I'm going ape just ran up a bag
Fuck on the bitch like a savage
We got it lock til the summer
You a lame i'm blocking your number
Yeah
Scraping the pot
Gun in yo face i'm a take what you got
Upgraded from average
Don't play with my status
I'm going ape just ran up a bag
Fuck on the bitch like a savage
Said they got on but they falling off quick
Why the fuck you on a real nigga dick
Shooting for 3 i'm setting a pick
I'm a show you what to do with the blick
Shut your mouth fore I expose you
I got the trap going global
Charge the game tell me the total
Lames gone always be local
Not losing my focus
All this cap shit is so bogus
I got the drip i'm fly like a lotus
Come to your door like a notice
You dissing the set i'm a make it your last
Back in my bag, cause these rap niggaz trash
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Writer(s): Jeremy Riggs
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