IIGHT CMON

(Hit 'em with another one)
Hell nah, boy
We ain't doin' no punchin'
We ain't doin' no clockin' (how do you?)
Right, yeah, yeah, uh, uh (hm-mm)

I don't give a fuck, and I told 'em I didn't (don't give a fuck)
Losing too many, on Zoey, I'm itching (I'm itching)
Tryna buy time, this shit be ticking (be ticking)
Wanna be mine, then a bitch gotta listen (bitch gotta listen)
Only thing these niggas value is money (is money)
Only thing they understand is murder (boom!)
I'm 30 deep, bitch, I be done hurt 'em
Jump out and pop his ass like a kernel

But I wake up every day thinking 'bout pape'
Nigga better stay out my way, on Eight (on Eight)
Shit be conditional, love be fake (love be fake)
Staying or going? Say I'ma be straight (I'ma be straight)
See, I got it figured out, nigga, snakes-ass nigga
Bitch-ass nigga (bitch-ass nigga)
See it in your chest, you can spit it out, nigga (spit it out, nigga)
Never need a man, I be lit without niggas (lit without)
Bitch-ass nigga (bitch-ass nigga)

Asking me shit like, "What did I do?" (What did I-)
Fuck is you talking to? Blood, you ain't knew (ain't knew)
Right out the blue, AK went up two (AK went up two)
How I really do business, that shit wasn't a fluke
But what did you do? Tell me what you did
Shit get wicked, lil' bruh, how you live?
Murdering murderers, that's on my kids
You better love me

Tried to leave a nigga stretched out in the city
Me and lil' Trigg, money tell 'em it was litty
32 shots out the chop', they was shitty
Nah, I was shitty, I ain't get 'em, but I hit 'em
Young street punk, you a kid, nigga
Better go and ask your daddy what I did, nigga
Better ask why they moved out that crib, nigga
I don't play, I'll pull up at your-, huh

Fuck about no BH, bitch on T8
Fuck if he was 13, hit him with a .38
I don't know if lil' foenem ducking, but we ain't
Since you wanna speak on his name, you can meet Eight
Think I ain't see you lil' niggas trailing me?
Ten milli' on me, I been looking for a DA
Free Savage, free Kemo and BA
I'm locked in with all of the murderers

I know niggas hating, why the fuck you gotta lie, though?
Shitty, we ain't do it, but I'm happy he gelato
I up a Glock right in his face, nigga, bingo!
I don't know what niggas on, on that car, though
Ducked in the V, three Glees and a K
Riding through this bitch, more smoke than a vape
Put a nigga face on his head, this Bape
Y'all pick, somebody getting eight for Eight

I got you, you (you better love me), you
You (you better love me), you
I got you (you better love), you
You (I'm locked in with all of the murderers)
I got you, you (you better love me), you
You, you (you better love me)
I got you (yeah)
I got you, bitch-ass nigga (I'm locked in with all of the murderers)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, a'ight, come on