[ Featuring HMoney ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, my hoodie baggy, my jeans are tight
My bitch is bad and she can f*ck all night
Hit from the left and hit from the right, and her head so good she don't even bite
My chain full of ice, gang full of knights, that's how I know they all down to ride
I know most of y'all picking sides, yeah they lie, then they switch a side
I can never change, I'm the shit for life
Light up the wood and inhale, now I'm paralyzed
That is your hoe and she tight, when I'm in her thighs
I used to double down, inside the county lines
Rappers is clowns, lookin' like Pennywise
I'm with your boo inside her panty lines
Our favorite time is under city lights
Got my chains tangled and they shining bright, yeah
Bitches be cappin', all of that nagging
Spending a rack, getting a tat
All of this trash in my chat, pussy boy fat, grown man talkin' out his trap
Finna get this 30 round pack
Posted up like you all that
Buy your likes and views, that shit wack
Hope you got some credit, your shit lookin' flat
I ain't gotta worry, my shit gas
Poppin' 30's, heard your shit was ass
Said you leavin', but I saw your ass leavin' last
See your ass peepin' and creepin' up on me on my f*ckin' grass
970 turf, you boutta get taxed
Ain't no way your heat, match my f*ckin' stats
Finna let my burner rip and move my stash
Up my digits, move my cash, count my racks
I been doin' this shit for way too many years, on my life, this my past
You in last, I'm in my bag, yeah
I want them bands, I want them racks, yeah, yeah
I be way too fast, I be on your ass, yeah, yeah
I get paid for raps, you ain't in your bag, yeah, yeah
I just want the cat, shawty make me mad, yeah, yeah
Hit her from the back, yeah, she way too bad, yeah, yeah
That lil' boy flex in Rick Owen, I be smokin' loud, yeah, it's real potent
Shawty wetter than a damn ocean
I be in my feelings, I get real emotional
Other team I done out worked them all
All the talk, man, it's just word to mouth
Shawty bad, yeah, she got a dirty mouth
Doin' doughnuts, yeah burn it out
F*ckin' that bitch in the back of the Benzo
I'm finna touchdown, like it's the endzone
I put them to sleep, they talking that pillow
Yeah, I play with your bitch in kitty, like Hello
Like hello world, I be done, run up on me, one on one
Prada tags what I want, double C with Louis Vuitton
Middle fingers put them up, I look cool and you look dumb
I be young, and I still stunt, shine like sun with iced out fronts
Twenty years young, and this rap shit way too f*ckin' fun
Twenty dollars in, look what the f*ck we become
Twenty of you hatin' motherf*ckers, that's how we begun
Twenty more years of stackin' up all these funds
Let's do the re - run, let's get some more guns
Let's get some more money, and some bitches with some buns
You can hold my f*ckin' nuts, while I light the f*ckin' blunt
TEC - 9 with the laser, we finna go on a f*ckin' hunt
Yeah, your boy he think he tough, but he really like to bluff
Might just pull up at your crib, think I had a f*ckin' nuff
My chopper got a ballsack mag, that's boutta f*ckin' bust
Mess with me and xojac0b, man finna get slugged
Yeah, you done
