I think all you niggas take me for a bitch Ain’t it? And if you give me paint brushes Then you get painted You tryna’ test the G9 Just to get famous And I done took a nigga cookie And some good [?] Left him shitty, diarrhea, what he is Ain’t it? Diamond shine, chandelier, quite a gift Ain’t it? Caught a pussy in the rear Catch my drift, safely And if you eva’ get the picture You bet not post nothin’ Tell them crackas, suck a dick But what I’m facin’ Counter talk, whole [?] [?] take patients All this talent, for a show But I ain’t see patience Big Glock, so if you sleepin’ Now you awaken I done did the John Wall Tryna’ flex on ’em It ain’ nun but twenty grand Drop a check on ’em Talkin’ leave him where he stayin’ Let us flex sum Like we pop a xan, we ain’ playin’ You’ll get stepped on It’s some niggas up to [?] When you be home Buck the jack, no [?] but through your curtains How we come tho? I be ballin’ on ’em Got me feelin’ like I’m Rondo Never broke again, like that boy Quando Rondo Tell that boy you play again I’ma sin like pronto Comin’ through the front, back, side And the window They think ’cause I signed, I’ma flop I just beginned hoe I’ma walk around with the .9 Just try again tho’ And I put that “Uhh, aye yuh” on the outro I’ma put that burner on a nigga Like a eye hole They gave me two mil But I think I need a lot Gave my niggas them some meals Now they eatin’ off a [?] Class in session nigga, I’ma teach ya’ Call Lil Nine the Pastor, off a bean He wanna’ preach CTRL, alt, backspace He get delete I think I’m gon’ hit a fucking mil On this beat Took me for a CD But ion repeat Say a nigga gotta see me But not gon’ be me I ain’ ever pass the tenth grade As you can see But I done made a big play Blew up from A-Z She blew me like a balloon Mush mouth Run off in ya’ house And all the TVs, take ’em out I know he ain’ gon tell Ion even gotta doubt If he eva’ in a situation Then I’ma get ’em out Ya’ know I gotta pistol somewhere Can’t go without These niggas think they takin’ me Then we can bang it out Sum like a water sprout Tornado season, spin around I got the bity bleeding ‘Cause they like what we about These niggas playin’ recruiters Got me mistaken for a scout We tryna’ cop a shoota That’s gon’ move around town Water whippin ass shit Somehow, a nigga drown I got a stupid bag Like my pockets, they too small We gon’ pop alotta tags Hit the mall and have a ball Talm bout he crashed Why that boy ain’ wreck the wall? Oh, he copping deuces Talkin’ about that extra draw Fuck a nigga thinkin’ Bitch you want a bitter fall? I’m campin’ in yo bushes I’m just ready for that gunfire I’m know thirty Jits, right now Who just trynna’ slang iron Wit them thirty dirty thirty poles On a hang time Snag-a-tooth tec, fully auto And some land mines Tell ’em, mind yo business Stay in yours, and I got mine My watcher, he reserve and observe It’s like it’s gang time Told her stay in her Uhh, aye Aye, yuh Ayye