If the judge give me life who gon’ bury my momma
All my niggas buyin’ ice tryna marry Rihanna
I ain’t tryna make it right two fully loaded choppas
I ain’t tryna make it right why these lil niggas bite
Why they give my uncle 47 years for a fight
Why they give my nigga 67 months for some pistols
Fully loaded F&N gettin 15 for this one
Free my lil brotha Ron I drop tears cuz I miss him
If it’s money on your head I hop out come and get it
Imma come and get the fetti
Man that lil nigga petty
I got 3 fully loaded choppas on me, Ed, Edd and Eddy
Imma headshot a nigga make his head look like new spaghetti
Automatic switch on all my chops tryna hold ’em steady
I know lil dog a bitch
I’m in Revive me and Mitch
They can’t put that murder on me unless they hit ’em with a switch
All my shoes be Dior
I got lean but buy more
I wear a 3 thousand dollar outfit to record
I might go hit the opp’s baby momma ’cause I’m bored
All I see is comma, comma, comma, comma I want more
Got an AirBnb outta town Jersey Shore
Way before I did a song I was kickin’ niggas doors
Made my first 30 racks sleepin’ on the floor
Made my first 30 racks and it made me want more
Imma bring a Lamborghini to my hood and raise the doors up
I might sip a couple pints but I am not fuckin’ my nose up
Niggas broke as hell sneak dissing I might show up
Every night a chef cookin’ up my meal, you eatin’ cold cuts
[?] made my son rich
Niggas on some [?] shit
Any hoe played with me before, she a dumb bitch
Got so many zeros in the bank, boy I’m dumb rich
All my jewelry came from Hutch I ain’t got no golden sun piece
My FN brown and black
Wide body Hellcats
Nigga when we goin’ slide only time we drive the scats
I want like 20k if you want me on your tracks
You can’t charge from them v-
You can’t charge for them verses ’cause everything is-
You can’t charge for them verses everything you make is whack
Take her out to smoke one of my woods ’cause they backs
We don’t do no one-on-ones, do I look like Kyla Pratt?
Imma pull up with a MAC he keep askin’ where I’m at
Goose Knuckles 2 thousand and the shoes cost a stack
I got like 100 belts, I smoke exotic for my health
I know if I sign a deal they won’t have me on the shelf
When I put my cuban on I just think I’m Michael Phelps
I ain’t gotta fuck with niggas it ain’t like I need their help
She gon’ wanna fuck again she remember how it felt
I don’t bought so much Amiri need to talk to Mike himself
All my choppas fully loaded and my double cup is potion
Every bitch I’m fuckin’ on the inside feel like a ocean
I can’t really help it everywhere I go I’m noticed
Why you niggas out here doin’ groupie shit like I won’t know it
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