Fully Man

Diego I'm the boss, nigga
I'm the fully man, I'm the fully man
Come here
Bitch
Where the fuck you thought you were going?
Why the fuck you trying to run? Stupid bitch, Come here

300 blackout in my pants
One pull up of the trigger this bitch keep going
Murk be telling me chill out when we be rapping
Cause I don't know how to stop flowin

I don't care if your baby die, bitch, I need my money
You better keep hoeing
I be teaching my nephew the wrong shit
Like, Khi, you better keep blowing

I heard they call him KickDoor, he kick this door in
Swear to God, he gon' die
Say he gon' rob me, but he told a bitch
Why his lil goofy ass lied

If I put Red Bull up on my bullets
Will it make a opp nigga fly
We can up the score a hundred, niggas
But they gon' say it's a tie

They can say whatever they wanna say
As long as they ain't get fried
Sometimes I get mad and wax the flo
The police too hot to be sliding

Niggas out here saying that they gon' kill me
Ma, that's why I got fye
And it's gon' be a cold day hell
Before my momma cry

Because my momma raised a stepper
Nigga play his ass getting nailed
You ain't never seen us, with one on
But we giving out that belt

I lost Dallas and Elijah
Y'all gon' feel the pain I felt
And don't feel bad
Cause I got spots for all you bitches on my shelf

Every Glock, got S-R-T, D-I-E-O-N-T-V
And these verses here ain't cheap
P-A-Y, this shit ain't free
How they say that they want beef

I gave them plates and they ain't eat
Tryna take em' off the streets
To the cemetery
With Glock 40, I got good aim

Put a switch on the back and I make the bitch sing
Big ass hole inside his body
Just watch that nigga blood drain
Lil' bitch told us, free admission

How the fuck you ain't get in the train
And bout my brothers, I ain't go answer no call
But that Draco still go rang
300 blackout in my pants

One pull of, the trigger this bitch keep going
Murk be telling me chill out when we be rapping
Cause I don't know how to stop flowin
I don't care if your baby die

Bitch, I need my money, you better keep on
I be teaching my nephew the wrong shit
Like, Khi, you better keep blowin
I heard they call him Kickdoor

He kick this door in, swear to God he gon' die
Say he ain't gon' rob me, but he told a bitch
Why his lil goofy ass lied
If I put Red Bull up on my bullets

Will it make a hot nigga fly
We can up the score a hundred, niggas
But they gon' say it's a tie
Back of the back of the back of the back of the back of the back of the back

I don't even want that gun
You already know
It ain't got no button attached
Doubling back and we doubling back

And we doubling back and we doubling back
Everybody like to spin
And you already know
Big bro gave me racks for that

Once one drop is another after that
And another after that
And another after that
Ain't even trying to fight

Better invest in a gun
You gon' get your dumb ass whacked
Swear the opps annoying
They ass like bugs

They dumb ass gon' get whacked
He the QB and he had
12 seconds in the pockets
And his dumb ass still got sack

Tackled his ass