Raise Yo Fist

Put a bag on yo head like you going trick or treating
If you think bout robbing GP then this pistol what you meeting
How he go bye-bye I ain't even give him a greeting
I call the nina NyQuil cuz it'll leave you sleeping
When they play my music ladies shake their tail feather
I'm getting money rain, sleet, or snow that's any weather
Heard yo mans got popped I hope he feel better
The way me and guap so close they think they we go together
Sneak dissing for some clout it's never recommended
All I drink is water bring me pop and Imma be offended
Try to snatch my chain you gon fail that mission
Hellcat on my hip ready to pounce I can hear it hissing
I ain't got no big homie so I don't need permission
He said he gon' do what to who he just want attention
Better watch you say before you end up missing
I told brodie let's a bag don't entertain the dissing
I feel like Spyro every time I spit it's fire
It ain't tricking if you got it baby tell me yo desire
New custo look like Omar off the wire
And I keep a sword on me like I'm trynna slay the spire
She told me that she love me I told her no you don't
You love what I can do for you but you gon leave if I go broke
That ain't never gon' happen and Imma make sure
I bust the bag down now the crib smell like cow manure

That's that top shelf
Boy you need help
I ain't asking for handouts I do this by myself
Cannon sitting on the wall like a kitchen shelf
Choppa in the corner same height as one of Santa's elf's
15 in the glick I don't need no assist
You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist
15 in the glick I don't need no assist
You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist

Toolie in the holster hang em up like a poster
Like I'm making pop tarts you will get burnt with this toaster
I ain't Kraig Smith I got hollows for a roaster
You had a lil run back in the day now it's over
Choppa on my shoulder but the Ruger in my hand
She say she wanna marry me girl that's the wrong plan
Almighty GP baby what don't you understand
I'm trynna stack bag move out the way and buy some land
I'm in the crib watching teen titans
I paid 600 for this pistol boy don't think we fighting
I ain't making no plays then I'm probably writing
Hop in the stu and beat the beat up like I'm Mike Tyson
My money longer than Livingston Ave
They ask me why I go so hard cuz I can't be like my dad
That ain't never gon' happen and imma make sure
I bust the bag down now the crib smell like cow manure

That's that top shelf
Boy you need help
I ain't asking for handouts I do this by myself
Cannon sitting on the wall like a kitchen shelf
Choppa in the corner same height as one of Santa's elf's
15 in the glick I don't need no assist
You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist
15 in the glick I don't need no assist
You gon' punch a hollow 9 milli if you raise yo fist