I had them drugs in my system
That nigga gone end up a victim
Hit from the back while she wearing my jacket
She tried to run off that bitch tripping
I had to run up them digits
I gotta get to the cream
Bitch Im the shit like a infant
I had to run up them commas
I do this shit for my momma
Bitch I'm the bomb like osama
Bitch Im the mf truth
And she f*cking on me cause Im rocking designer
Killing these Niggas like I'm Jeffery Dahma
If I look at yo hoe then you gone have to find her
She giving me head while we sitting in traffic
Ran off on the plug cause that nigga be taxing
Bitch imma youngin I'm making shit happen
I'm from the 4 where these niggas be capping
I'm sick wit this shit u might think that I'm magic
Glock it hold 30 this shit can get hectic
If she doing to much I ain reading her message
I coming harder I needed some leverage
Im punching in u might think I'm dyslexic
All of my niggas go
Creep down yo block wit the pole
Fiji water wit the loafs
I could never sell my soul
Ooooo
Yea
I had them drugs in my system
That nigga gone end up a victim
Hit from the back while she wearing my jacket
She tried to run off that bitch tripping
I had to run up them digits
I gotta get to the cream
Bitch Im the shit like a infant