Quick

Yea
Yea
Uh
For the world just
Get your order in don't take too long they going quick
We like more than kins we getting money you my twin
I'm locked in with Lex 'cus I know he want me to win
Cops try pull me over I'll go faster than the wind
We gon' get the packs in just make sure you come and spend
Try to take my shit then best believe we gon' spin
Niggas think they P I get your bitch to drop the pin
We'll come take your car and have my brody change the Vin
Don't think 'cus I'm rappin' I won't come shoot at your chin
Don't think 'cus I'm rappin' I won't come out selling Fen
Don't think 'cus I'm rappin' that's the reason she my fan
She don't even like my music she tell you I'm just a friend
You still rock McQueens I bet your pants from H&M
I'ma rock Vann Cleef I'm out here chasin' M&Ms
I know brody sick he can't stop selling crack and meth
I ain't even sick I'm drinking codeine 'till my death
Fuck I look like trickin' on a bitch she ain't even sucking dick
Fuck I look like rappin' with you niggas never wrapped a brick
I see niggas tryna' move in funny we gon' pull out blicks
I was on the highway with this stick I'll never stop for shit
I ain't never think I'll be this big when I was trappin' nicks
I ain't never think I'll spend 10 thousand when I shop at 5th
I was getting P's for like 19 I'd sell for 26
I was getting fiends knock on my door just to get their fix
I remember selling ounce of mm just to get a fit
I remember fuckin' at 13 ain't know where the clit
Man there so much trappers in my shit Bitch just come and pick
I know niggas never sold a pound they're just hitting licks
Bitch I got like 30 in this round don't come trying me
Man I got like 30 round my neck this shit blinding me
Man I can't even kick it with you niggas I'm a fucking G
Man I can't even kick it with you rappers I'm too fucking street