Hold up lemme catch this vibe
Leave em petrified
Swerving in and out of traffic
System turned up high
Who am I?
I just stole you bitch and I aint even try
Hit the lights
Shoot em in the dark if you think you are fly
That aint right
Bitch Im always right I cannot let you win
I been flexing on my haters like I just got out the gym
Mazerati in the dealership I pay for it with 10s
Representing Charlotte whenever im working with the pen
(Bitch)
Hold up what you tryna do
You cant get my juice
Got the moves
Shooting for the moon
Got a lot to loose
Pull up with the tool
Strobe lights in the pool
Dont you act a fool
Call me Aaron Rodgers Im about to pull us through
What it do
Glowing up since freshmen year I bet you cant relate
Balling on these garbage rappers and I finna shoot the bank
I am not a barber but Im boutta make you catch a fade
Never room for error cause I always have to elevate
Hold up let me get this bag
Given out toe tags
Issa fact
Hearses in the back
Leave you in the past
Knowledge in the lab
Gimme all the stacks
Gimme all the cash
Im the realest in the rap
And with that
K Munee leaves the chat
Psych Bitch! I got some more
Kicking in the door
Aint no where to go
You a f*cking joke
Everybody knows
Beat a Lil Pump until I leave him with an open dome
Slide on NAVs garbage ass and hit em with the loaded chrome
Thats a fact why you trippin
Smoke these rappers no emission
Got disses to be dishin
You dont see me or my vision
Do this shit with no assistance
Cook this shit up in the kitchen
I am Tom Cruise on a mission
Always real never illicit
(Munee)