Chains on my neck lookin' like King Tut
You know I'm a hype boy new j- new j- boy new- new
Bitch, I got a Glock and I'm keepin' it tucked
I move with the pole, yeah, I move with the runtz
Tryna tell me I'm not what you want,
Put your homeboy in a bag in my truck
Stumblin', you know I carry a cup
Bitch, I'm in the kitty, I'm tearin' it up
New chains on my neck lookin' like King Tut
You know I'm a hype boy, New Jeans, and the cut
Bitch, you know I'm posted wit' R10T!
Bitch, I made Orbit, you know I was behind it
Biinjo heard my songs and he told me rewind it
Half a band, off two beats, I ain't tryin, You know I ain't lyin'
(i need a feature on this shit) I'm bout to pass it to Drape
If he throw on this song, then he's cut from the tape
You playin', you hatin' I shot his ass with that stainless
I'm A-list, I can't miss They found him dead on the pavement
You playin', you hatin' I shot his ass with that stainless
I'm A-list, I can't miss They found him dead on the pavement (oh my god is that drape >o<)
I don't know what you want yeah, I do this shit for fun
I don't know what you want yeah you sweet like honey bun
I don't know what you want when I pull up with a gun
I don't know what you want, I don't know what you want
Oh yeah, what's up? (wassup?) Pull up in a truck (truck)
Oh yeah, what's up? (wassup?) Let her nigga f*ck (f*ck)
Oh yeah, what's up? (wassup?) Know i got a gun (gun)
Oh yeah, what's up? (wassup?) Do this shit for fun (for fun)
Hop in that muf*ckin' V, Shawty be rubbin' on me
Hop in that muf*ckin' V, Suckin' my dick, she ain't no teeth
I don't really wanna know (wanna know), I don't really wanna go (wanna go)
So, just tell me where the f*ck we goin' Hell no, I think I'll stay here
Yeah, yeah, guess i'll stay here
Oh, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah