Walk in the building, I’m smellin’ like gas
I’m in that SRT goin’ fast
Gettin’ chased by the jakes so I did a dash
If they chase me on feet, I’m runnin’ like the Flash
I’ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace, ’cause bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in LA I’m just smokin’ on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I’m fourteen and I got a bag
Bitch, I’m sixteen, and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, nigga, I say blat
Lil’ nigga got zipped like a Ziploc bag
Lil’ bro want a zip, ended up gettin’ bagged
Your bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil’ bitch
Niggas know not to battle with my clique
More obstacles, more attachments on my stick
Your ho in the whip, she gaggin’ on my dick
F ’em and leave ’em laggin’ in this bitch
And he flyin’ in the air, Aladdin in this bitch
That lil’ boy is cap, he ain’t shootin’ shit
We searchin’ for opps, nigga, like a bin
He can’t rap, his shit go straight to the bin
Need to follow them laws, you a citizen
Bitch I’m the plug, fuck a middleman
Lil’ boy gettin’ played like a fiddle, man
Why all these fake ass niggas call me friend?
My trigger finger is my new best friend
He tell me to shoot off adrenaline
If he speakin’ on me, he ain’t speakin’ again
On God
Walk in the building, I’m smellin’ like gas
I’m in that SRT goin’ fast
Gettin’ chased by the jakes so I did a dash
If they chase me on feet, I’m runnin’ like the Flash
I’ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace, ’cause bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in LA I’m just smokin’ on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I’m fourteen and I got a bag
Walk in the building, I’m smellin’ like gas
I’m in that SRT goin’ fast
Gettin’ chased by the jakes so I did a dash
If they chase me on feet, I’m runnin’ like the Flash
I’ma get gone in that Porsche
I did like ten times ten in that horse
In that i8 with the butterfly doors
I feel like Jace, ’cause bae, I got money of course
Meanwhile in LA I’m just smokin’ on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I’m fourteen and I got a bag
In LA I’m just smokin’ on gas
She like Santana, I hope that we last
In school, I was the weirdest one in class
I’m fourteen and I got a bag
Bitch, I’m sixteen, and I got this gat
Red flag on my right, nigga, I say blat
Lil’ nigga got zipped like a Ziploc bag
Lil’ bro want a zip, ended up gettin’ bagged
Your bitch ride the dick, need a saddle, lil’ bitch
Niggas know not to battle with my clique
More obstacles, more attachments on my stick
Your ho in the whip, she gaggin’ on my dick
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