[ Featuring Cyfal ]
Got me feeling like I'm the ace of the pack
Hold up gotta stay deep in my bag
Rolled up looking like a swish outa pack
Middle finger up with my hand on my sack
This is how we get it done down on the west coast
I've been straight to it lil bitch from get go
Think you are my equal stupid bitch you gotta let go
F*cking with me we gone leave him red just like strep throat
You don't wanna end up in obituaries
Said he gotta problem man, it's no issue really
You can't keep up bitch hit the dictionary
But I don't know man your rhymes are scary
You can't rap like me
You just cap high key
I'm known to pack a punch just like fruit Hi-C
Told a bitch try me
Better tread lightly
Hit 'em in his in stomach now he on a white tee
If you got a problem pussy come and f*cking show me
And my partners keep 'em loaded shooting lefty like Ginóbili
If you wanna keep on hating told that bitch to just come blow me
Don't try to show me love now you are not my homie
I just need a minute
F*cking with your shorty and I'm running up her Fitbit
Man I stay on top lil bitch just like a fitted
Bitch gone give me top well shit I guess I'm in it
I ain't even need a ticket
Killing another for forty dollars
With the blood in their pocket to fill up bottles
We ain't came here for talking just wanna rob him
When he put on that mask should've f*cking shot him
Don't what they're doing with all that talking
Drum sticks in the mag bitch we get it popping
Like dominoes when we see 'em dropping
No Pappadeaux when we crack his top in
Got me feeling like I'm the ace of the pack
Hold up gotta stay deep in my bag
Rolled up looking like a swish outa pack
Middle finger up with my hand on my sack
This is how we get it done down on the west coast
I've been straight to it lil bitch from get go
Think you are my equal stupid bitch you gotta let go
F*cking with me we gone leave him red just like strep throat
Walk down when I'm in your city I start movements
With the top down see your bitch she pretty yeah she move it
Give a f*ck now when she see the money from the music
Bitch don't talk down you are not my equal driving Buicks
Petal to the metal when I ride these instrumentals
To your wallet detrimental when you posing with the rentals
Getting big checks
Seeing hella zeros in my bank account
Rich flex
I'm the one your baby always talk about
Caught a pussy lacking and we smoke him like a Vuse
Pretending that you're hard but you do this shit for views
You don't really wanna be the one to end up on the news
I could leave you hanging up on the power line by your shoes
You don't got much time left on the clock
We gone chew him up spit 'em out in a box
Left him on the ground now you nothing but some chalk
You can't even fathom what I just f*cking unlocked
Got me feeling like I'm the ace of the pack
Hold up gotta stay deep in my bag
Rolled up looking like a swish outa pack
Middle finger up with my hand on my sack
This is how we get it done down on the west coast
I've been straight to it lil bitch from get go
Think you are my equal stupid bitch you gotta let go
F*cking with me we gone leave him red just like strep throat
You don't wanna end up in obituaries
Said he gotta problem man, it's no issue really
You can't keep up bitch hit the dictionary
But I don't know man your rhymes are scary
You can't rap like me
You just cap high key
I'm known to pack a punch just like fruit Hi-C
Told a bitch try me
Better tread lightly
Hit 'em in his in stomach now he on a white tee
