[ Featuring STAR BANDZ ]
Bought my first blick at fifteen
Mama found it, kicked me out
Ma', I'm sorry, but that M&P 15 is with me now
I got opps, but don't be trippin', Ma', they don't do shit but die
All that thinkin' that I'm your prey?
(Click-clack-pah) Get sent to God
Bae, don't believe 'em, them hoes sayin' they f*cked your nigga, them bitches lyin'
'Fits I'm puttin' on on a daily basis, you could wear that shit to prom
I'm the one, if you think about killin' mines, you sniffin' lines
I want this shit, f*ck workin' double time, I'm trapped out triple time
We hit that block (bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap), they kickin' up dust
Bitch I'm with STAR, got a AR in the car, don't get sent to the sun
I turned my hundred bands to a hundred M's, yeah, yeah, I'll give it a month
You know that bitch gon' leave or that bitch gon' cheat, better off not givin' a f*ck
I was still f*ckin' with these niggas hoes when I ain't even have no name
That's your ho? I can see how that's 'bout to go, like That's So Raven
I'll blow that bitch, that shit Fisherrr, like I'm Cash Cobain
Nah, for real, I ain't no chicken tender, f*ck bro, and that's okay
It's cool, you smooth, if I get the chance, I'm beatin' the group
You ain't my ho for real, I know the deal, so how am I cheatin' on you?
I'll patch his ass then clean the scene, hell nah, I ain't leavin' a clue
I got pole on me, nigga back-back, like a Pitbull eatin' some food, nigga
The blick don't sound like, "Peum," it sound like "Boom, click-clack, boom-boom-boom"
I ain't no silver spoon, and I ain't broke, I grew up on plastic too
The money comin' in like, "Zoom," I came up a check, I'm chillin' layin' down in the room
I ain't even payin' attention, the whip in park, I push the gas, it go "Vroom"
When I'm in the car all by myself I don't hit the locks
On God, they open this door, they gon' die
I don't play unless they playin' first, I ain't gotta problem makin' his mama cry
Should I get a watch or get some boosts? I got a problem 'cause I can't decide
He must forgot 'bout who I was, I let him go because he fried
They see how I been doing, now everybody on my phone
But not right now, 'cause I'm busy, decline call, leave me alone
It's even niggas that don't like me, but they know what I be on
I got assassins and I shoot like I'm the female Al Capone
I could be in the way, but I just stay in my zone
I can explain a thousand times, and they still'll get me wrong
I tried to let 'em slide, but now I'm on 'em like a thong
I stay with them chopsticks like my last name was Chong
I got paper, customers, steady countin' up these sheets
I'm 'bout to "Skies be the limit," I'm tryna go where I can't reach
Nigga want me to be dumb, but that's not what teachers teach
Mama told me, "Get some money, any means," that's preached
Spendin' checks, they got me dizzy to the point that I can't see
And I'm on what y'all on, ask Tana, ask Cree
Ask how they know my song? I say, "That's 'cause it's on repeat"
I wake up, get on my phone, check my email, turn on a beat
