(what, what, what, what, yea, uh, yea)
Running in his shit Glock clear the whole fifty
Got a new sig, switch start humming miss me
Probably itching, know you could miss me,
Acting so iffy, you could not give me
Any other reason got a dirty ass kidney
How the f*ck I'm feeling wanna blow off my semi
I just keep on going cause they say that they miss me,
In a new city, swear I was tipsy
Said that I missed out, again
All these attempts to diss on my friends
Seems like they miss the kid that had plans
Hundred racks stuffed in Loui bag max
I was up up learning about this in class
I don't really give a shit its just math
Keep a gun tucked now I cannot get passed
TSA they ripping apart all my bags
I doubt really give a shit its just math
Twenty or more inside of the clip make him dash
Three-forty eight on my waistline its last, option
Threaten my life thats your coffin
All of them talking too much on the robbing, lost them
Swear to god three-point five I've been coughing
Medical sealed in the baggy from coast, motherf*cker
I've been doing the most can't you see
I cannot give it up
Thinking I give a f*ck
Waiting until that day I'm gonna rack this up
I do not have no more luck bitches they're at the door, f*ck
That's two Xs in my room bitch you know I'm out of tune
Three digits on the petal it zooms keeping a K on me its so soon
Bitch I was thirteen taking off boots, new placement four times a year I make do
In the front red splatter it got on my shoes
I've been doing way better now days I got loot
Focus up on this cheddar make it my mood
Got a beretta never caught loose.
Running in his shit Glock clear the whole fifty
Got a new sig, switch start humming miss me
Probably itching, know you could miss me,
Acting so iffy, you could not give me
Any other reason got a dirty ass kidney
How the f*ck I'm feeling wanna blow off my semi
I just keep on going cause they say that they miss me,
In a new city, swear I was tipsy