Intro (Viel Rauch um nichts)

Yessir
You don't want it like me
Ain't made for it like me
Can't rap like me
(Let me tell you something)
Straight out the gutta bitch
Favela boy
(Imma be famous)

You feel me?
And now I be running the city
I'm drippin in Raf, Givenchy
My bitches they bad and litty
You cap, you fitted and whack I get it
I got me the bag wit benjis I bag the bitches they mad I get it
Thought I told em I really been poppin off
I just fucked on your hoe that's another loss
And she fuck my music, another loss
And she gave me the brain just to top it off
Fuck around wit reece, I'm finna go head and scratch him off
I am a beast and lately I just been spazzing off, uh
Now I got these racks
Now they be watching me in my bag
Why is they stalking in my page wanna be me swear I'm they dad
Oh they be talkin bout me they hate, yeah but they main bitch on my snap
Shortie done pulled up, she a freak bitch, she want Reece dick I'm gon act up

Imma go ahead and act up
You bitch you don't really gotta act tough
You slip imma hit you wit the mac bro
I got a big shot, your ass a magnet
I take your bitch out, loving the fashion
She be talking bout the way a younging really rapping
Pull up wit the 30 and I murder then I dash it
Blessed wit the gift so I'm destined for racking
All of these bands up, I'm with the backend
Hold on, I ain't mean to snap on this shit
Drip drip drip every time I walk in this bitch
Trip-trip-trip-trippin when they talk bout the kid
Cause I pull up on the beat imma murder some
Boy trash he'll end up as another one
Don't want it like me can't rap like me
How the fuck you finna make it when I'm merkin something like this
Two shots all it takes to down him I'd spend two clips in the full loaded chop
I might hit his brain few times I'm poppin his shit
He want talk crazy I'm offin this shit
Often I rock the coffin, I don't deposit it, 10k its all on my shit
All of my thoughts is flawless, I spit the raw shit it's kinda obvious bitch
Been on go, need 2 bands for a motherfucking show
Hold on, what you wanna say to the bro?
Big K, talking crazy it'll bang on his nose
Slim waist finna make me go and bang on a hoe
Slick talk finna make me go and bring out the pole
Told her shut up, the moment I came I'mma go
I'm stuck up, whatever I say it'll go, like

Hundreds all in my safe
He talking he isn't safe
That boy cappin cappin no kizzy
Imma put him all in his place
I been offin shit, poppin shit
Now they wanna talk I know you fake
I just wanna rock the bitch honestly
Now they hey want talk I know you fake
Hundreds all in my safe
He talking he isn't safe
That boy capping capping no kizzy
Imma put him all in his place
I been offing shit, popping shit
Now they wanna talk I know you fake
I just wanna rock the bitch honestly
Now they wanna talk I know you fake



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Paul Thompson, Joe L. Thomas, Quincy Q. Patrick
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