Yeah
The Philly Rap God, dickhead
I want you to try me
I want you to
In the crib playin' IMVU
I'm f*ckin' that bitch and I'm f*ckin' you too
Wait, what did I do
In the Glock and the game with an 812
All these niggas wanna talk about the motherf*ckin' swag
But you're wrapped up in a box and I'm bout to throw you in a bag
And I'm f*ckin' all your bitches, she the best I ever had
And I'm bout to cut them off just to make the pussies sad
Niggas be pussy and niggas be lame
Hop out the coupe and then straight out to space
F*ckin' with me, you get pussy in face
Bitches want money but never can lean
Niggas on Twitter just sayin' my name
But don't got the guts to really kill Zay
If you wanna f*ck, then you gotta pay
Cause this ain't the dick for givin' away
They pay me to listen, they wanna hear scale
I'm really about it, I do it for real
You want her wallet, I'm payin' her bills
She text me to f*ck, she text you to chill
You sayin' you want, I'm sayin' you will
This nigga a cap, he not with the drugs
You niggas ain't shit, we really can tell
You thought I was them and this shit never stop
I'm really a threat, I'm the king of my block
You niggas do anything just to get twice
She wanted to f*ck and I tell her we not
Not wastin' no money on none of these stops
I do it forever cause I'm really hot
He said he better, he need to be stopped
I'm textin' your bitch and she give me the drop
Man, none of y'all niggas is not f*ckin' with me
This shit is off the top
Why y'all keep on thinkin' that shit ain't on my level
Y'all Philly niggas is not on my level
Never
Get it together