[ Featuring Xtsy* ]
(Yeah), I got too much bread, I can't share none
Keep me here in the crib or imma blam sumn
I just spend that money on them dancers
I'm up now (ayy)
It don't change a thing though, I don't back down
Cause he knows, he tough but he ain't me though
Switch hit on that free throw (yeaah)
Bang, ayy, shooting that hoe like I'm Curry
All of the doubt but you know what you got
Need me a shower cause I'm feeling dirty
Where's the chopper, I'm getting my purge in
Nigga you broke [...], I'm allergic
I ran that 20 mile in 20 days
Inside the traffic, I'm cutting like surgeons
Yeah, I'm up and I know it
I got the numbers to show it
You get the feat, you don't blow it
I'm steady tall but I'm growing
I'm in a room with the sticks nd you could never tote it
I'm in places you could not afford
I'm in the area codes
I was feeling that bitch so I bought her
Like ho where your father
I'm with your bitch, she's shaking that ass
I'm in a room off the galaxy gas
Tank on E, got no gas
But we still gon' do the dash (dash)
Caucasian shooter, shoot when I say shoot
(He gon' shoot)
If Xtsy* don't f*ck with you, then you get boot(bite the curb)
I'm just stacking my bands
KT_ST4CKZ be stacking these racks (stacking em)
Stackstivity shit!
Niggas know where the f*ck I'm at
I'm what you wish for these niggas
Got a white boy who pull triggers
Cruise past 12, middle fingers up
She blow up my phone saying she want f*ck
I got red and purple in the cup
See shawty parents, I say "what's up"
(Say what up)
I don't f*ck with niggas
That be asking way too many questions
That's a federal nigga, don't f*ck with 12
So we gon' pull out, Smith & wesson
Like Freddie Krueger we in your nightmare, bitch, we gon' teach you a lesson
I got too much bread, I can't share none
Don't care about no relationships
I just want f*ck sumn
(Yeah), I got too much bread, I can't share none
Keep me here in the crib or imma blam sumn
I just spend that money on them dancers
I'm up now (ayy)
It don't change a thing though, I don't back down
Cause he knows, he tough but he ain't me though
Switch hit on that free throw (yeaah)
Bang, ayy, shooting that hoe like I'm Curry
All of the doubt but you know what you got
Need me a shower cause I'm feeling dirty
Where's the chopper, I'm getting my purge in
Nigga you broke [...], I'm allergic
I ran that 20 mile in 20 days
Inside the traffic, I'm cutting like surgeons
Yeah, I'm up and I know it
I got the numbers to show it
You get the feat, you don't blow it
I'm steady tall but I'm growing
I'm in a room with the sticks nd you could never tote it
