Plugged in like a charger, I go a bit harder
I'm sorry, I gotta go get it
Told lil Shawty I'm a rapper, now she wanna follow
She know a nigga havin' plenty
Back to back, line ups in Hemis, bitch, I'm havin' torque
You know we f*ckin' up the city
Hit her then had to abort, her moan was distorted
Shit, you f*ckin' up my hearing
I can't Focus if you ain't gon' make the right sound
Then I'm sorry, bitch, you gotta go
Don't approach me, my nigga, you might get gunned down
And I ain't even tote to Pole
Say he beefin' with us, then we on our way right now
I don't give a f*ck if you not local
I'm hittin' the road like I got a load
Now do what the f*ck you was supposed to
You tell it for show, bitch, I never told
Cause my niggas really will smoke you
He broke in a hole, trap jump like a toad
Boy this shit comin' out as cultural
Icy pendent, but my chains be gold
Bitch, I don't take no favors, I'll pay my own dues
And that just the code
We be the risk takers
While you niggas don't know what to do
Like, why I ain't on
Because you be cap in your songs
Because you can't put that shit on, when I hop in the booth
I be dripped in the zone, with the V on my back
Told the store leave me lone
Up a hundred sum laps, boy you niggas my clones
Gotta tell me relax, I could go all day long
Told her, no strings attached, but she still won't get gone
Told em, give me the strap, I don't know what they on
Pop his top, damn we made him go prone
Blue tips through his head like a comb
Face split, he done got his head blown
Aced it, never needed no loan
Make hits, not a regular song
Ape shit, bitch, I'm harder than the hardest rapper you know
And bitch, I got the proof shown
Plugged in like a charger, I go a bit harder
I'm sorry, I gotta go get it
Told lil Shawty I'm a rapper, now she wanna follow
She know a nigga havin' plenty
Back to back, line ups in Hemis, bitch, I'm havin' torque
You know we f*ckin' up the city
Hit her then had to abort, her moan was distorted
Shit, you f*ckin' up my hearing
I can't Focus if you ain't gon' make the right sound
Then I'm sorry, bitch, you gotta go
Don't approach me, my nigga, you might get gunned down
And I ain't even tote to Pole
Say he beefin' with us, then we on our way right now
I don't give a f*ck if you not local
I'm hittin' the road like I got a load
Now do what the f*ck you was supposed to