General (feat. Duke Dennis)

(Ayy-Ayy Kevlar, that muhfucker fire)
Wee (I wish Kevlar cooked the beat)
Auntie, It's me and duke bro alright lets go

Boy, a nigga done made me mad, so I smashed on his momma
And I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Almost fucked his baby momma too, that nigga ain't tried me since
Ridin' through the trenches
Stand on business, five percent this tinted
If you my dawg, won't cross you out or backdoor, you a 'bout a bitch
If you my dawg, won't cross you out or backdoor, you a 'bout a hoe
One of 'em rap, one of 'em act, I'm that nigga, I fucked 'em both
Really been chillin', might fuck up the city if my niggas with it
I'm outside, wrist and mouth be glistenin', cost a couple digits
Yo' IG crush be in my DM tryna fuck some
I put my chain around my neck whenever I fuck on her
Your bro a bitch, we use that nigga just for store runs
Come shoot your shot at me, I promise I won't say nun'
You let these hoes play in your face and then it's game over
I'm reppin' Dee Block, AMP, so I can't change on 'em
Can't stay the same, bro, I got brain while in the Range Rover
Stay in my lane, these niggas lame, so they be hatin' on me
I tell my young niggas to chill, so shit won't pop off
Ever since I put on Ritz, bitch, I've been feelin' like a rockstar
Baby, you are not my bitch, so I don't give a fuck 'bout your roster
If I'm not who you with, then I don't give a fuck about you

Woah, Woah, Woah
I'm in the game, yeah
They mad that I'm gettin' the fame
And this girl be so sad when it rain
They be furries, they talk about grrrrr
Yeah, and they don't like the light
I got a white girl, she so fine
You don't wanna cuddle with me, it's alright
She sweet like pepper, she some spice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, ha, hanger
Let's play some hangman, yeah, I'm Rayman
And all I got is fake friends, and that's why
I don't want no friends
I'm sick and tired of your mans
You niggas hatin' cause you a fan
It's time to show

These internet niggas, they won't try me
'cause they know what's up
You say my name, we do some shit
Then you gon' know it's us
I call Davo, and I call Dre
Them niggas get to bustin'
Ain't with that soft shit, tell that bitch
We can't hold hands in public
I'on fuck with IG hoes, 'cause
Them hoes don't mind they business
They be all up in my likes
My comments, even in my mentions
I'on like the public or social media in my business
If I find out that you ran your mouth about me
Bitch, you finished (Like, bitch, you gone, ayy)
(Get off my phone, ayy)
(Delete my number, bitch, you blocked
Leave me alone, ayy)
(Like, bitch, you gone, ayy)
(Get off my phone, ayy)
(Delete my number, bitch, you blocked
Leave me alone, ayy)
(Okay, okay)